"These writer chaps are queer birds. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. ‘Say it. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. Hang it, there must be something about her that will give it away. \" Lucy winced. I wouldn’t even have to use very much gasoline. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. A cold shiver came over her.
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