“Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. My very sentences stumble and give way. 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.
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