” “Of how beautiful my children would be?” He finished her sentence. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. 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. We were fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue d’Entrepot.
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