CHAPTER XIII. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. Come along, you mad jade. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening. "Rot, weren't they?" "No.
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