It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. ‘You’re only making things worse, you little idiot. I'm a slave to my word. “Will you help me?” he asked. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him. She would never again be lonely. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. It must have cut him.
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