’ ‘I do not tell you why,’ the lady uttered flatly. She pawed at him, her hunger for his body making her dizzy with anticipation. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. She dumped him because she claimed she didn’t want him to go any farther. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. He lunched in the Legal Club in Chancery Lane, and met Ogilvy. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you.
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