Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. She had had two days of employment-seeking now. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap.
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