The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. ‘I should have thought it was obvious. "Now, lead me to a hotel where I can get breakfast. Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. I cannot protect you. We’ll have some buttered toast.
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