Again silence. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. We men are like children. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other.
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