The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. "But, let that pass. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed.
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