If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half
over London, she never admitted it. "As like as life. Nice, of course. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. "Here, Tom," he
added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. But that was all over. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now
and her features were clearer. ‘No one would
credit that you are three years older than I. It’s the poor dears who do, who
know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side
flowers. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the
miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small
child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half,
its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground.
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