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"
Anybody
who
has
had
a
great
treasure
has
always
led
a
precarious
existence
,
"
she
said
reflectively
.
"
I
’
ll
go
on
bearing
that
in
mind
henceforth
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
It
’
s
already
very
well
impressed
on
mine
,
"
she
remarked
.
We
sat
listening
to
the
uproar
from
the
other
pub
for
a
few
minutes
.
"
And
what
,
"
I
said
at
last
,
"
just
what
,
do
we
propose
to
do
now
?
"
"
I
must
get
back
home
.
There
’
s
my
father
.
It
’
s
obviously
no
good
going
on
to
try
to
find
the
doctor
now
—
even
if
he
has
been
one
of
the
lucky
ones
.
"
She
seemed
about
to
add
something
,
but
hesitated
.
"
Do
you
mind
if
I
come
too
?
"
I
asked
.
"
This
doesn
’
t
seem
to
me
the
sort
of
time
when
anyone
like
us
should
be
wandering
about
on
his
or
her
own
.
"
She
turned
with
a
grateful
look
.
"
Thank
you
.
I
almost
asked
,
but
I
thought
there
might
be
somebody
you
’
d
he
wanting
to
look
for
.
"
"
There
isn
’
t
,
"
I
said
.
"
Not
in
London
,
at
any
rate
.
"
