Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. " "And, therefore, the first I would visit," replied Jack, boldly. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. Now, come along, gem'men, and I'll show you some precious sport. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. She was the social leader of Morningside Park, and in her superficial and euphuistic way an extremely kind and pleasant woman. He saw that she was tense.
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