“I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest.
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