“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
unaware—she 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
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