If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. Old London Bridge. Go to her and tell her. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence.
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