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Show 16 carriage that was awaiting him. " May I give you a lift home?" "I prefer walking." "How should I find you again?" asked Whiteside. "Once across the London bridge, go toward Lambeth.,.." Lathrop wasn't sure the well-dressed enigma standing before him would remember the complicated directions he gave him, but somehow he had a feeling they would meet again. "I'm honored to have met you, Reverend Lathrop." "And I you," Lathrop sensed that beneath the pretentious exterior there was a man goodly and without guile. When they shook hands and he felt the firmness of Whiteside's grip, he was startled to realize that. Whiteside wasn't so old after all. He was most likely only slightly a senior to Lathrop. The two started in opposite directions, one carefully placing each step, anxious for his whirlycart, the other walking briskly, anxious to return home. Lathrop felt his jaw which was already beginning to swell. Hannah would want, to know the whole story. Dare he tell her? |
