” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. " "Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel, in broken English. " "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. She throws a sort of spell over us all. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. He sat down.
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