‘Dare I suppose that to be of her making?’ Gerald flushed. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. He agreed it was disgraceful. "Auntie?" he cried. Preparations were next made for taking Thames on board. He stalked her, he stared at her, he craved her, he sidled slinking and propitiatory and yet relentlessly toward her, until at last she awoke from the suffocating nightmare nearness of his approach, and lay awake in fear and horror listening to the unaccustomed sounds of the hotel. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. There is no hidden beast in you, Hoddy. The risk I run is nothing to yours. But what I want to get at is this. Mrs.
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