" "Bring your story to an end, Sir," said Trenchard who had listened to the recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear. “Nor am I now,” he answered. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. Lucy tried not to make her cringe noticeable. She had found that proof. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. Here he obtained some breakfast, and mounting the hill turned off into the fields on the right.
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