I could never have talked to you like this, forgetting everything that parts us, forgetting even your age, if I did not love you utterly. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man had found his quarry. ’ ‘From a convent? Even if I wished to do it, I could not. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. It rained heavily all day, so he did not stir forth. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers.
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