He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling, insolence and ribald jest. That, I think, is manifest.
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