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” “I don’t understand. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. Her eyes followed him. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. She looked at Lucy guiltily, wondering if she would be betrayed. I’m turning into a big fat cow. He went over her features one by one in his mind. “No. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other. As her belly swelled, so did he. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. ” “You are really going on the stage, then?” he said slowly.
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