When London Sleeps — page 47: what you’re looking at

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de . A WOMAN WITH 4 PA ST. : “Vour hand will Jose its cunning,’’ she repeated | to herself. _ » Suppose He were right? What would the end be then? She was roused by the touch of Mrs. Jones’ hand upon her shoulder and the sound of Mrs. Jones’ kind voice in her ear. . ‘‘Come, dear, don’t be annoyed. He only speaks for your good.” PS Hilda shook off the hand impatiently. “Oh, yes, I know,’’ she said, bitterly. ‘I’m growing passe for the business now; I’m getting a back number. Just fancy, Mrs. Jones, only a few years ago, I was the admiration and toast of all the big cities on the Continent! There were none like brilliant, dashing Hilda Corrode!”’ “Never mind, dear,’’ said Mrs, Jones, kindly, feeling really sorry for the woman and attempting in her own homely way to console her. ‘‘We must all have our ups and downs. Why, look at me. I once rode barebacked before the Prince of Wales, and now, when I’ve got fat and my figure’s gone, I have to be content with the old woman in the clown’s comic sketches.’’ Hilda’s lip curled. What cared she for Mrs. Jones’ misfortunes? It was her own and her own alone _ that concerned her. -**T suppose, then,’’ she said, coldly, ‘‘if I do not come up to your husband’s standard of perfection - he’ll discharge me.’”’ | “Now, don’t talk like that,’? said Mrs, Jones, co comicbooks