“I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. ” He crossed himself and grinned. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. “I don’t have time for this.
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