CHAPTER XXVIII. ’ Then I kicked him until he was black and blue. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. ” “In Paris, I think,” Ennison answered. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. ‘Yes, miss. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed.
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