She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. Lord, I am sixty. . ‘You mean I should give myself a dressingdown? Very well. But ship that girl east as soon as you can. ‘What a catalogue. He took her hands firmly in his and raised them to his lips. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. She played “Happy Birthday” for John, after which they plied her with a dozen requests. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten.
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