” “Hah!” He threw his head back. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. " "And what'll we get for the job, yer hon'r?" asked the foremost chairman, who, like most of his tribe at the time, was an Irishman. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park. Her shoulders began to ache.
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