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What right had a young woman to possess the scarring and intimate knowledge of that dreg of human society, the beachcomber? CHAPTER II Ah Cum lived at No. His employer retreated into the further apartment, leaving the door ajar. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. Brendon,” she said, “if I could ask for advice, or borrow money from any one, I would from you—there! But I cannot. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against.
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