Still no sound. 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. You’re going to live under the cat’s
foot. Martin said “Hi” to her in the
halls every day now, a sure sign of trouble. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. Are you going to write a novel?”
“Not I,” she answered gaily. The palanquin is hired and so is the
procession.
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