It reminded her
viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the
pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning
mind; for he had given her the best he had. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he
had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but
hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a
bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such
places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had
been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in
a few minutes at his destination. Thank you for walking me home the
other day.
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