ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. But at the word “home” she turned again. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. It wasn't worth while to invest imaginatively a man with evil projects simply because he was physically ugly. ’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted.
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