And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. 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. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. “I want my life to be beaten gold just in order to make it a fitting setting for yours.
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