Anna merely glanced at
the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less
assurance than the woollen-draper. "I cannot remain here
long. ”
“You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. “Number 13, please, cabman. “And if she can’t have the right one?
“We’ve developed such a quality of preference!”
She rubbed her knuckles into her forehead. Oh, what’s his name? It’s
on the tip of my tongue. She felt as
if she had struck them unawares. I am a single man,
and——”
“Thank you,” she interrupted. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the
bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their
necks.
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