He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. “I’m not that beautiful. ” Ennison dropped the evening paper which he had been pretending to read. “No thanks, Cathy.
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