Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him. “Stop!” He ran towards her. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. “I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. 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.
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