CHAPTER XXVII. John picked it up and put it in her hands. Perhaps you will meet him someday. ’ ‘Slaughtered with the rest, was she?’ Despite his hatred of the woman who had caused so much grief, the general found he could not rejoice as he wanted to. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. A man’s children nowadays are not his own. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. . “Eight, Cavendish Square. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come.
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