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“You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. And if you mean to use that dagger to slip the lock, you’ll make enough noise to bring ten spies down on us. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. \" She waved. She wanted to be alone.
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