For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. Part 3 She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a leisurely pace. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. What he wanted desperately was to be alone.
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