She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. Mere hangers on. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage.
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