Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. While he was dragged along in the manner just described, Thames looked around to ascertain, if possible, where he was; for he did not put entire faith in Jonathan's threat of sending him to the round-house, and apprehensive of something even worse than imprisonment. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. He had found her in a communicative mood, and he used the accumulated skill of years in turning that to account. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. Anyhow, now you’ve begun it, there’s nothing to keep us in all this from being the best friends in the world. ’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. “Marriage certificates don’t tell lies, at any rate,” he said. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. All through the night an entirely impossible and monumental Capes confronted her, and she argued with him about men and women. “There is my aunt,” she said.
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