Jolly hard life for a girl, getting a living. She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. “Thank you, ma’am. .
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