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“Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. And how could I come home—when he
locks me in rooms and all that?”
“I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. Sheppard's attention; and no sooner did
she in some degree recover from the shock occasioned by the sight of her son's
debased condition, than, regardless of any other consideration except his instant
removal from the contaminating society by which he was surrounded, and utterly
forgetting the more cautious plan she meant to have adopted, she rushed into the
room, and summoned him to follow her. ‘As to Gérard, I do not know why he does
this. “I always get off here
and lean over that rail for a bit. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this
bog?" It was a cast at random. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from
sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up—
you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp
to a letter. We were fellow
passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue
d’Entrepot.
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