of the little flight of steps; the other was at the top; with a
certain thickness of fog。 〃And when am I to think of you in your
little home?next month?〃 asked the voice from the top。
〃At the very latest。 And when am I to think of you in yours?〃
〃Oh even sooner。 I feel; after so much talk with you about it; as
if I were already there!〃 Then 〃GOOD…bye!〃 came out of the fog。
〃Good…BYE!〃 went into it。 Our young lady went into it also; in the
opposed quarter; and presently; after a few sightless turns; came
out on the Paddington canal。 Distinguishing vaguely what the low
parapet enclosed she stopped close to it and stood a while very
intently; but perhaps still sightlessly; looking down on it。 A
policeman; while she remained; strolled past her; then; going his
way a little further and half lost in the atmosphere; paused and
watched her。 But she was quite unawareshe was full of her
thoughts。 They were too numerous to find a place just here; but
two of the number may at least be mentioned。 One of these was
that; decidedly; her little home must be not for next month; but
for next week; the other; which came indeed as she resumed her walk
and went her way; was that it was strange such a matter should be
at last settled for her by Mr。 Drake
End
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