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roats she will have elected to be a saint, and the martyr's crown will be hers. If suicide is not to her taste, I would recommend her to resort to what is called criminal practices. Being ill, she has magnificent advantages if she wishes to start business as a begging-letter writer; burglary is not suitable for women, but there are splendid openings for confidence tricksters and shoplifting would be a fine profession if it were not overcrowded by the upper middle classes.' Betty dabbed her eyes vigorously. Her mouth tightened. She looked despairingly at the desolate half circle of London Wall Buildings and Salisbury House. Then she gave Farwell her hand for a moment and hurriedly walked away. As she entered the attic the candle was still burning. Victoria was in bed and had forgotten it; she had already fallen into stertorous sleep. Next morning Victoria got up and dressed silently. She did not seem any worse; and with this Betty was content, though she only got short answers to her questions. All that day Victoria seemed well enough. She walked springily; at times she exchanged a quick joke with a customer. She laughed even when a young man, carried away for a moment beyond the spirit of food which reigned supreme in the P.R.R., touched her hand and looked into her eyes. As the afternoon wore Victoria felt creeping over her the desperate weariness of the hour. At a quarter to six she made up her checks. There was a shortfall of one and a penny. 'How do you account for it?' asked the manageress. 'Sure I don't know, Miss,' said Victoria helplessly. 'I always give checks. Somebody must have slipped out without paying.' 'Possibly.' The manageress grew more tense faced than ever. Her bust expanded. 'I don't care. Of course you know the rule. You pay half and the desk pays half.' 'I couldn't help it, Miss,' said Victoria miserably. Sixpence halfpenny was a serious loss. 'No more could I. I think I can tell you how it happened, though,' said the manageress with a vague smile. 'I'm an old hand. A customer of yours had a tuck out for one and a penny. You gave him a check. Look at the foil and you'll see.' 'Yes, Miss, here it is,' said Victoria anxiously. 'Very well. Then he went upstairs on the Q.T. and had a cup of coffee. Follow!' 'Yes, Miss.' 'One of the girls gave him a twopenny check. Then he went out and handed in the twopenny check. He kept the other one in his pocket.' 'Oh, Miss. . . .
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