Stories … love stories: and to-morrow
she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too
good to be true. 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. His father and mother were a lawyer and a
doctor, respectively. E. Queer world. How does one get work?
She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the
Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to
Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of
employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest
appreciation for London, on the other. Ruth did not consider it necessary, however, to add that she had not notified this
aunt of her coming, that she did not know whether the aunt still resided in
Hartford or was underground. “He fancied that he did,” she corrected him coolly. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. “Then you need to find someone else. He's on the ragged
edge. Buck up. ’
‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her
old nurse, very much in her usual style.
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