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. See? Nothing really. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of letters, magazines, and newspapers. She gloried in it: he needed her. ’ ‘Entertained, he says!’ ‘Intrigued, then,’ amended Gerald equably, although truth to tell he was enjoying the mystery enormously. You'll find her at Black Mary's Hole. At least for one moment, it was.
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