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She did not reply, but gathered together her bag and her
gloves. She put on her coat.
‘When are you seeing Griffiths again?’
‘Tomorrow,’ she answered indifferently.
‘You’d better talk it over with him.’
She opened her bag mechanically and saw a piece of pa-
per in it. She took it out.
‘Here’s the bill for this dress,’ she said hesitatingly.
‘What of it?’
‘I promised I’d give her the money tomorrow.’
‘Did you?’
‘Does that mean you won’t pay for it after having told me
I could get it?’
‘It does.’
‘I’ll ask Harry,’ she said, flushing quickly.
‘He’ll be glad to help you. He owes me seven pounds at
the moment, and he pawned his microscope last week, be-
cause he was so broke.’
‘You needn’t think you can frighten me by that. I’m quite
capable of earning my own living.’
‘It’s the best thing you can do. I don’t propose to give you
a farthing more.’
She thought of her rent due on Saturday and the baby’s
keep, but did not say anything. They left the restaurant, and
in the street Philip asked her:
‘Shall I call a cab for you? I’m going to take a little stroll.’
‘I haven’t got any money. I had to pay a bill this after-
noon.’
‘It won’t hurt you to walk. If you want to see me tomor-

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