Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said. But we have got to talk upon indifferent themes until we have done with this blond young gentleman from Bavaria.
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