“Gogo! Where are we?”
“In ‘Rupert’s Folly.’”
“In--!”
I gave a little cry. He seized me by the wrist, and dragged me towards
the opened door.
“O, Gogo!” I choked, struggling and resisting, “we shall be seen.”
“What does it matter if we are,” he said fiercely, “since you loathe
me?”