” She nodded in the affirmative. She did not speak to John in the week of school left after the Prom. It’s obvious you have eyes for someone else. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive.
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