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I took a four-wheeled cab from the rank on the Embankment and
drove her to Waterloo. On the way she reminded me that she was
hungry. I gave her food at the buffet. It appears she has a
passion for hard-boiled eggs and lemonade. She did not seem very
much concerned about finding Harry, but chattered to me about the
appointments of the bar. The beer-pulls amused her particularly.
She made me order a glass of bitter (a beverage which I loathe)
in order to see again how it was done, and broke into gleeful
laughter. The smart but unimaginative barmaid stared at her in
bewilderment. The two or three bar-loafers also stared. I was
glad to escape to the platform.
There, however, a group of idlers followed us about and stood in
a ring round us when we stopped to interview a railway official.
The beautiful, bronze-haired, ox-eyed young woman in her
disreputable attire--I have never seen a broken black feather
waggle more shamelessly--was a sight indeed to strike wonderment
into the cockney mind. And perhaps her association with myself
added to the incongruity.


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