The coach was slowing down, and he realised that they had arrived in Golden Square. "Thank you," she said, and left the office. "The poor young man!" sighed Angelina. Very romantic and all that. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. My trouble is with your sister.
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