These were so outside her experience that she found it possible to thrust them almost out of sight by saying they would be “all right” in confident tones to herself. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Part 3 She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a leisurely pace. I let him take me to the English Embassy, and we went through some sort of a ceremony. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion.
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