‘We was of an age, you see, miss. I must tell somebody—and
you would understand. 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. “I wonder,” she
said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided,
“I’ve written too many already. “Julian, please, let’s go to your place. ”
“Then I,” she said, “have too much character. ”
Chapter XIX
“THIS IS NOT THE END”
“I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking
off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. It was a huge stone placed there by some
workmen occupied in repairing the structure.
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