She inhaled a deep breath of air--London air.Part 3She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainlyperhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed WaterlooBridge at a leisurely pace. It was high afternoon, there was no greatthrong of foot-passengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavementrested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed youngand erect, with the light of determination shining through the quietself-possession of her face.
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