They were looking for a guide. "What the devil makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a queer plight. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. The burden of decision had been transferred. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience.
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