Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. ’ ‘But in pursuit of information, Hilary, I am prepared to sacrifice my preferences,’ Gerald told him. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. And then all her restlessness was turned to joy. They were suddenly thrown aside, and a man stepped out from his hiding-place. ” “I had to,” she repeated. ” The cab rumbled off. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery.
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