"Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. “To the best of my belief, I
have never seen the man in my life. She would not be driven in by this persistent,
sneaking aggression. A nine days’
wonder is soon forgotten. Did you hear us through the archway, talking
cookery?”
They went up by the lift in silence. She took up one of her father’s
novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on
her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning
forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. Like
the Valades, I imagine. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets
on her way home, careful to avoid the main
thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars
who would recognize her person or notice her dress.
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