“I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other. I thought that he was dead. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. ” He would say every time she wore it.
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