And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. She looked stealthily at Anna. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead.
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