She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. The parlour was cluttered but cosy.
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