” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café. ” She thought of her father, and with an effort dismissed him from her mind. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease.
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