She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. “Curious case,” said Ogilvy, buttering his bread and cutting it up in a way he had. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. “And now tell me, please, how you eloped from Morningside Park. She donned her gloves. But I liked to say it. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other.
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