A kind but hard
looking female officer named Rose took her into a room
and sat her down at a small wooden table. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts
about feminine instinct. "I'll make myself intelligible before I've done," rejoined Wild. “Compromise—and kindness. 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. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people. The inn was a military haunt. “You are an impostor.
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