and Mrs. The man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining,
he came down to ten. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very
dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest
but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. His letter of credit; probably that was it;
and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on
returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. “Do you like my dress?”
“Yes, the dress is beautiful, but you are much more
beautiful than any dress. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps,
though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered
about her.
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