“Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. Sir John hesitated. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. “You must be the Miss Pellissier of whom David has told me so much,” he said, shyly. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore.
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