’ ‘Do you care to test that theory?’ Gerald suggested easily. “It’s—it’s a difficult question. “Please stop, cabman,” she ordered. Spurling. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman.
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