Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. "Why not?" "I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. The image of Major Alderley came into her mind. ’ ‘And if she can’t?’ asked Lucy. He walked in her direction. To her intense disappointment, she discovered that all papers had been removed from desks and cupboards. She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. Forthwith he presented his card.
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