Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation. “There are no males at men to stare; A man scores always, everywhere. But to draw the attention of the milice, no, that is not at all desirable. Wood. All its better points were improved, while the less attractive ones (and they were few in comparison) were subdued, or removed. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. I don't think. “Oh, but life is difficult!” she groaned. I am not boring you, am I?” She raised her eyes to his and smiled into his face. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances.
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