Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Indeed I am! I would make this
country a collective monarchy, and all the girls and women in it should be the
Queen. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her
most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. You don’t have to live forever to
understand that. And then suddenly—a relief. Don't
unman him. Never was there another girl like this one. All these experiences have taught me a
great deal about life and realities. She had to resist an impulse of
sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. A
detective will be here in a few moments to make inquiries into this affair.
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