She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. She was making it up. " Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single moment. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. If only we are not divided. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. “Stop,” he said. Easy enough to look as if one rides away. " Starting at a rapid pace in the direction of the Old Bailey, and crossing Fleet Bridge, "for oyster tubs renowned," the trio skirted the right bank of the muddy stream until they reached Fleet Lane, up which they hurried. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. She turned to face him and he kissed her. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed.
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