” Courtlaw turned abruptly to Brendon. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. ” “And you?” asked David Courtlaw. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. ” They passed out on to the pavement, and the commissionaire called a hansom. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. And when I ask you why it is you do so, you have no answer. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. You’re mine.
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