#191992 - It was six o'clock, the telephone exchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the Rolls, I realised I had left my left my paper case at the brothel house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen range as Mrs Bridges bathed her. The houses soon ended and the view of the valley over the allotment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the houses provided the gusting wind seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the valley side, a few rain drops spattered the road and in the distance a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the crossing gates for all to see but we had gone the wrong way but by then the houses were far behind us and the men had stopped following. The sun was high in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtains, Come back to bed, I said, We need to talk.
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