What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. "For me—his master, Mr. “Who?” She asked. "I'll tell you," replied Jack, with forced calmness. ” He said. My thanks, by the by. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. ‘Very. And I’ll have that story off you as we journey back to town. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. They must have a key. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog.
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