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The original passage, Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. “It is about your sister, Lady Ferringhall. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. 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. Wood, I forget nothing. I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a sense of humour. The lady whose husband had been Mayor of Hartlepool looked at Anna and sniffed. Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. Our mutual safety requires it. But come in, dear.
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