Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a hansom. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Sheppard superior to her station. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action.
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