What better way to be rid of him?
‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. Maggot had disappeared. ‘You will keep yourself utterly quiet,’ he instructed, a growl in her ear as they
headed for the door. He was chained to the ground, but started up at their approach. She
remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly
that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. . 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.
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