“Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched. ‘Sit down, won’t you?’ He crossed back to Roding and said low-voiced. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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