” She was silent. She must weigh her situation. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. . She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. Close upon this came another thought. ‘She’s wearing a lightskirt’s clothing?’ ‘Nothing obviously so, I assure you. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother.
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