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A CausewayA Rich Woman having returned from abroad disembarked at the foot of Knee-Deep street, and was about to walk to her hotel trough the mud. «Madame – said a Policeman – I can not permit you to do that; you would soil your schoes and sockings» «Oh, that is of no importance, really», replied the Rich Woman, with a cheerful smile. «But madam, it is needless; from the warf to the hotel, as you observe, extends an unbroken line of prostrate newspaper men who crave the honour of having you walk upon them» «In this case – she said seating herself in a doorway and unlocking her satchel – I shall have to put on my rubber boots.» (pp. 50-51) (it) |
