“You poor little girl!” he cried. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. Suddenly he understood what had happened. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. You came to me, you wished me to speak to Anna. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free.
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