I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. “A girl needs her mother most exactly when she thinks she doesn’t. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. Charcoal. 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.
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