‘Though he didn’t mean it. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. Give me the keys and the light.
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