It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. “Get out of the car. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. “Odd!” he remarked, rather surprisingly, after a little interval. He grunted, and his grip gave.
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