Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment. He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away.
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