She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. He nodded silently, too full for words. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. She was practically destitute of jewellery. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. The cage at Willesden was, and is—for it is still standing—a small round building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, to which a number of boards, inscribed with the names of the parish officers, and charged with a multitude of admonitory notices to vagrants and other disorderly persons, are attached. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before. Shouldn't you be getting home?\" \"It's not far.
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