"But, pardon my intrusion. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she. She shuddered. "She wouldn't let me go. You would find things to laugh at even in Artemus Ward.
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