Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. At least for one moment, it was. ” “What did your aunt say?” “She didn’t even kiss me.
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