The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. But if she smiled at all it was with her eyes. It was a sovereign easily earned. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. But she perceived that to tell Manning of her Ramage adventures as they had happened would be like tarring figures upon a water-color. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. Don’t ask me how.
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