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utes, and then feeling she could no longer bear the cab, stopped it, and got out. Where was she? Bond Street! She began, idly, wandering down its narrow length; the fullest street by day, the emptiest by night. Oh! it had been horrible! Nothing said by any of them-nothing, and yet everything dragged out-of him, of Leila, of herself l She seemed to have no pride or decency left, as if she had been caught stealing. All her happy exhilaration was gone, leaving a miserable recklessness. Nothing she did was right, nothing turned out well, so what did it all matter? The moonlight flooding down between the tall houses gave her a peculiar heady feeling. `Fey' her father had called her. She laughed. `But I'm not going home,' she thought. Bored with the street's length, she turned off, and was suddenly in Hanover Square. There was the Church, grey-white, where she had been bridesmaid to a second cousin, when she was fifteen. She seemed to see it all again-her frock, the lilies in her hand, the surplices of the choir, the bride's dress, all moonlight-coloured, and unreal. `I wonder what's become of her!' she thought. `He's dead, I expect, like Cyril!' She saw her father's face as he was marrying them, heard his voice: `For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part.' And the moonlight on the Church seemed to shift and quiver-some pigeons perhaps had been disturbed up there. Then instead of that wedding vision, she saw Monsieur Barra, sitting on his chair, gazing at the floor, and Chica nursing her doll. `All mad, mademoiselle, a little mad. Millions of men with white souls, but all a little tiny bit mad, you know.' Then Leila's face came before her, with that look in her eyes. She felt again the hot clasp of Fort's fingers on her wrist, and walked on, rubbing it with the other hand. She turned into Regent Street. The wide curve of the Quadrant swept into a sky of unreal blue, and the orange-shaded lamps merely added to the unreality. `Love and Chinese lanterns! I should like

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