Of course, why not? She would be honest, anyhow! She turned her eyes to Manning. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his way through the throng towards her. “But Sebastian! I need them!” He smiled, not a smile of comfort, but a smile of terrible menace. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “Let’s go home.
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