"What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. Soho! boys. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song.
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