I
know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living. No, I
don't, either; because——"
"Well, Winny?"
"I don't know what I was going to say," she added, in some confusion; "only I'm
sorry you were born a gentleman. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire
was hers. I step on my neighbour's feet, return and
apologize because my acquired conscience orders me to do so; whereas you
might pass on without caring if your neighbour hopped about on one foot. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car,
having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was
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dissolved where it lay. ’
‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed.
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