Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. Suddenly he stopped short. ‘You’d do the same. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. “I mean to go to prison directly the session is over,” said Miss Klegg. By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits.
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