” He made a grand gesture towards the car, his smile broadening. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. ‘It is the life I know. And she defies me. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. Wood. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone.
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