“Anna,” he cried eagerly. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. Whenever Jack attempted to speak, he was checked by an angry growl from Abraham; and Thames, though his heart was full almost to bursting, felt no inclination to break the silence. He talked about his driver's license, how he would soon inherit his older brother's BMW.
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