They were going up the slope into Waterloo Station. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time I lived among men.
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