Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. “Yeah. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. Old saltwater was right. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street.
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