She leaves town to-morrow. ” “I’m so glad you’ll go. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. Will you lend me the money for my ticket to London?” “With all the pleasure in the world,” he answered heartily. “That is as you will,” she said. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard.
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