“Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. Her hand came up and she laced her fingers with his. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Only of course I must begin something else at once.
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