The young man did not know what he was doing or where he was. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. Could you pull over? She asked. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. What had Brewis Charvill to say to that, Gerald?’ ‘He had nothing to say to it. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. She thought she had hidden well from him. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point.
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