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She
must
have
passed
the
window
many
times
before
I
noticed
her
.
I
know
not
where
she
lives
,
though
I
suppose
it
to
be
hard
by
.
She
is
taking
the
little
boy
and
girl
,
who
bully
her
,
to
the
St.
James
's
Park
,
as
their
hoops
tell
me
,
and
she
ought
to
look
crushed
and
faded
.
No
doubt
her
mistress
overworks
her
.
It
must
enrage
the
other
servants
to
see
her
deporting
herself
as
if
she
were
quite
the
lady
.
I
noticed
that
she
had
sometimes
other
letters
to
post
,
but
that
the
posting
of
the
one
only
was
a
process
.
They
shot
down
the
slit
,
plebeians
all
,
but
it
followed
pompously
like
royalty
.
I
have
even
seen
her
blow
a
kiss
after
it
.
Then
there
was
her
ring
,
of
which
she
was
as
conscious
as
if
it
rather
than
she
was
what
came
gaily
down
the
street
.
She
felt
it
through
her
glove
to
make
sure
that
it
was
still
there
.
She
took
off
the
glove
and
raised
the
ring
to
her
lips
,
though
I
doubt
not
it
was
the
cheapest
trinket
.
She
viewed
it
from
afar
by
stretching
out
her
hand
;
she
stooped
to
see
how
it
looked
near
the
ground
;
she
considered
its
effect
on
the
right
of
her
and
on
the
left
of
her
and
through
one
eye
at
a
time
.
Even
when
you
saw
that
she
had
made
up
her
mind
to
think
hard
of
something
else
,
the
little
silly
would
take
another
look
.
I
give
anyone
three
chances
to
guess
why
Mary
was
so
happy
.
No
and
no
and
no
.
The
reason
was
simply
this
,
that
a
lout
of
a
young
man
loved
her
.
And
so
,
instead
of
crying
because
she
was
the
merest
nobody
,
she
must
,
forsooth
,
sail
jauntily
down
Pall
Mall
,
very
trim
as
to
her
tackle
and
ticketed
with
the
insufferable
air
of
an
engaged
woman
.
At
first
her
complacency
disturbed
me
,
but
gradually
it
became
part
of
my
life
at
two
o'clock
with
the
coffee
,
the
cigarette
,
and
the
liqueur
.
Now
comes
the
tragedy
.
Thursday
is
her
great
day
.
She
has
from
two
to
three
every
Thursday
for
her
very
own
;
just
think
of
it
:
this
girl
,
who
is
probably
paid
several
pounds
a
year
,
gets
a
whole
hour
to
herself
once
a
week
.
And
what
does
she
with
it
?
Attend
classes
for
making
her
a
more
accomplished
person
?
Not
she
.
This
is
what
she
does
:
sets
sail
for
Pall
Mall
,
wearing
all
her
pretty
things
,
including
the
blue
feathers
,
and
with
such
a
sparkle
of
expectation
on
her
face
that
I
stir
my
coffee
quite
fiercely
.
On
ordinary
days
she
at
least
tries
to
look
demure
,
but
on
a
Thursday
she
has
had
the
assurance
to
use
the
glass
door
of
the
club
as
a
mirror
in
which
to
see
how
she
likes
her
engaging
trifle
of
a
figure
to-day
.
In
the
meantime
a
long-legged
oaf
is
waiting
for
her
outside
the
post-office
,
where
they
meet
every
Thursday
,
a
fellow
who
always
wears
the
same
suit
of
clothes
,
but
has
a
face
that
must
ever
make
him
free
of
the
company
of
gentlemen
.
He
is
one
of
your
lean
,
clean
Englishmen
,
who
strip
so
well
,
and
I
fear
me
he
is
handsome
;
I
say
fear
,
for
your
handsome
men
have
always
annoyed
me
,
and
had
I
lived
in
the
duelling
days
I
swear
I
would
have
called
every
one
of
them
out
.
He
seems
to
be
quite
unaware
that
he
is
a
pretty
fellow
,
but
Lord
,
how
obviously
Mary
knows
it
.
I
conclude
that
he
belongs
to
the
artistic
classes
,
he
is
so
easily
elated
and
depressed
;
and
because
he
carries
his
left
thumb
curiously
,
as
if
it
were
feeling
for
the
hole
of
a
palette
,
I
have
entered
his
name
among
the
painters
.
I
find
pleasure
in
deciding
that
they
are
shocking
bad
pictures
,
for
obviously
no
one
buys
them
.
I
feel
sure
Mary
says
they
are
splendid
,
she
is
that
sort
of
woman
.
Hence
the
rapture
with
which
he
greets
her
.
Her
first
effect
upon
him
is
to
make
him
shout
with
laughter
.
He
laughs
suddenly
haw
from
an
eager
exulting
face
,
then
haw
again
,
and
then
,
when
you
are
thanking
heaven
that
it
is
at
last
over
,
comes
a
final
haw
,
louder
than
the
others
.
I
take
them
to
be
roars
of
joy
because
Mary
is
his
,
and
they
have
a
ring
of
youth
about
them
that
is
hard
to
bear
.
I
could
forgive
him
everything
save
his
youth
,
but
it
is
so
aggressive
that
I
have
sometimes
to
order
William
testily
to
close
the
window
.
