She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. —"Oh! about that boy, Thames Darrell. Part 3 She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a leisurely pace. Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. Sheppard. Now if she sent fifteen pounds the suggestion that she had spent a five-pound note in the meanwhile would be irresistible. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. ‘They cannot help it.
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