’ Chapter Three Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through it. No— no, it must never be. The key is in my trousers. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. ” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. Everything. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love.
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