Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark
had placed him,—"to the point. Your name. ”
“I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. How does one get work?
She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the
Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to
Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of
employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest
appreciation for London, on the other. Presently the odour of
burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. Then enter Mr. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered.
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