Had
Maggie only known, her aunt's choice was eloquent of their future
life together. But Maggie did not know and did not care. Her
excitement was intense. That old St. Dreot life had already swung so
far behind her that it was like a fantastic dream; as they rumbled
through the streets, the cries, the smells, the lights seemed
arranged especially for her. She could not believe that they had all
been, just like this, before her arrival. As with everything, she
was busy imagining the World behind this display, the invisible
Circle inside the circle that she saw.
They came into the Strand, and the masses of moving people seemed to
her like somnambulists walking without reason or purpose. She felt
as though there would suddenly come a great hole in the middle of
the street into which the cab would tumble. The noise seemed to her
country ears deafening, and when, suddenly, the lighted letters of
some advertisement flashed out gigantic against the sky, she gave a
little scream. She puzzled her aunt by saying:
"But it isn't really like this, is it?"
To which Aunt Anne could only say:
"You're hungry and tired, dear, I expect.
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