He dodged the boot this
time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. A buxom piece, who looked,
Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a
hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from
sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then
nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting
only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the
objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. Thames Darrell. Why should he
stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his
head?
CHAPTER III
He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of
trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without
her asking!
The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. Satisfied, however, that she did not notice him, Jonathan glided away as
noiselessly as he came, and ascended another short flight of stairs leading to the
garret. ’
Obediently, Gerald rose and walked to the other end of the parlour.
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