In Sloane Street

“Well, I’ve seen the National Gallery, and that’s over,” said Mrs. Moore, taking off her smart little bonnet and delicately drying with her handkerchief two drops which were visible on its ribbons. “And I think I’m very enterprising. You would never have got Isabella to go in such a rain.”

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