"So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. Now keep still. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech.
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