You see, I’m selfish. \" She said, and they walked down the pebble
stone path designed for joggers and bikers. "He has fallen
by the hand of Blueskin, who brought me these packets. Ye gods! what a
wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one
regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against
you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse
confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the
Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the
painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. ’
‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. She felt terribly modern,
even sporty as the magazines declared you should be.
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