Book 2, Chapter 11: A Harbour of Refuge
It was the cabman who first made it clear to me that my town address was somewhat out of the common. He had stowed my two portmanteaux on the roof (it was a four-wheeled cab), and, descending to hold the door open for me to enter, shut it after me with a bang and waited while I stated my destination.
“I beg your pardon, Miss,” he said, incredulously; “did you say Wellclose Square?”
“Yes. Number sixt
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