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She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. She launched into a stuffy Partita 89 and played it too fast. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him.
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