Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work
before her, and it did not get on. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go
with John?” She asked. Anna,
who was disposed to be sharply critical, could find no fault with it. Even in her painting smock and with her
disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. Where is Sir Rowland?"
"In the library, your ladyship. "
"And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the
Master. 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.
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