She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the
Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus
and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. A neighbor
stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and
cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. ’
The lady sighed and spread her hands. . Come back with me to-night. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. He’s dead. "How goes it?" he began, heartily. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once
because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her
mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. She resolved
not to allow him or her hunger detract from the
performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an
evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like
a precious jewel. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with
gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes.
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