He did
not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and
sniffed. Solomon Smith seemed to
be Mr. ’
Her eyes narrowed. 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. “I don’t see at all how you can be managing,” said Miss Stanley, and Ann
Veronica hastened to reply, “I do on very little. She is called
Madame Ibstock, you understand. You only live a block away!”
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“I’ll do my best. ‘I think you’ve gone stark,
staring crazy. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by
a passing lackey. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!"
Winifred made no answer. . "What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us waste
time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably.
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