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She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator
had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. . "Read that. Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming. 266
She peered up at him. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. 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. It was neither good nor bad. But with
returning breath came returning vociferations; and the carpenter, with a faint
hope of lessening the clamour by change of scene, took up his lantern, opened
the door, and walked out. She
exhorted Ann Veronica not to become one of “those unsexed intellectuals,
neither man nor woman. He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags.
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