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"
Don
’
t
sniff
like
that
.
If
your
nose
wants
blowing
,
blow
it
.
"
Julia
ate
her
boiled
egg
slowly
.
She
was
busy
with
her
thoughts
.
She
looked
at
Evie
.
Funny
-
looking
old
thing
of
course
,
but
one
never
knew
.
"
Tell
me
,
Evie
,
do
men
ever
try
to
pick
you
up
in
the
street
?
"
"
Me
?
I
’
d
like
to
see
’
em
try
.
"
"
So
would
I
,
to
tell
you
the
truth
.
Women
are
always
telling
me
how
men
follow
them
in
the
street
and
if
they
stop
and
look
in
at
a
shop
window
come
up
and
try
to
catch
their
eye
.
Sometimes
they
have
an
awful
bother
getting
rid
of
them
.
"
"
Disgusting
,
I
call
it
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
about
that
.
It
’
s
rather
flattering
.
You
know
,
it
’
s
a
most
extraordinary
thing
,
no
one
ever
follows
me
in
the
street
.
I
don
’
t
remember
a
man
ever
having
tried
to
pick
me
up
.
"
"
Oh
well
,
you
walk
along
Edgware
Road
one
evening
.
You
’
ll
get
picked
up
all
right
.
"
"
I
shouldn
’
t
know
what
to
do
if
I
was
.
"
"
Call
a
policeman
,
"
said
Evie
grimly
.
