'Course I did,' she says. 'One o' the 'igh an' 'aughty lot, an' she
lived by herself somewhere in the Strand.' So it's just as I told
you."
"But what is she doing now?"
"You say she's turned modest."
"I can't make her out quite," said Harriet, reflecting, with her
head on one side. "I've been at her lodgings tonight, and, whilst
she was out of the room, I happened to get sight of a lot of
pawn-tickets, for gold chains and sealskins, and I don't know what."
"Spouted 'em all when she threw up the job, I s'pose," suggested
Mrs. Sprowl. "You're sure she does go to work?"
"Yes, I've had somebody to follow her and watch her. There's Waymark
goes to see her often, and I shouldn't wonder if she half keeps him;
he's just that kind of fellow."
"You haven't caught no one else going there?" asked Mrs. Sprowl,
with another of her intense winks.
"No, I haven't, not yet," replied Harriet, with sudden vehemence,
"but I believe he does go there, or else sees her somewhere else."
"Well," said the landlady, with an air of generous wisdom, "I told
you from the first as I 'adn't much opinion of men as is so anxious
to have their wives friendly with other women. There's always
something at the bottom of it, you may bet.
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