So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. What’s the name of the happy man?” Gwen owned to “Fortescue. "Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper.
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