The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. She had reason enough to be grateful to Prudence Sindlesham and it was not fair that this horrible feeling of loneliness should be made known to her. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. T' other gen'l'man said the letter 'ud explain all. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. "I was going to die, Hoddy!" she whispered. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. ‘How do you like England?’ ‘People have been very kind,’ Valade said, answering for them both.
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