“This is the slavery of the veiled life. She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. "Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail in our devotion to the fair sex," said Mr. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. After great exertions on both parts, the spike yielded to their combined strength, and snapped suddenly off. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour.
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