She
thought Alice a bit of a sneak, an opinion her brothers shared, and Gwen rather a
snatch at meals. She was sorry to find Ramage a little disposed to be melancholy. Her lips were dry and cracked. Part of her even believed that her mother
would have wanted her to stop feeling guilty and to be
happy. It was the same Bios whose nature and drift and ways and methods and
aspects engaged them all. On a
bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side,
sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and
benevolence. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. "You can shave him, you know. He doesn't resemble you
at all. 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. She was always breaking rules, whispering
asides, intimating signals.
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