“I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. She gave her a wink when John had turned to ask Mark if Lucy could ride home with them. Spurling. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. Maggot. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. And then as we went down you’d try to explain. “Bother it all!” she swore. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. The girl wondered what effect the information would have upon Ah Cum if she told him that until a month ago she had never seen a city, she had never seen a telephone, a railway train, an automobile, a lift, a paved street. They send you every good wish.
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