"I tell you I was only taking a walk--that's to say,
I've been with a friend."
"A friend? Oh, yes, of course. What friend?"
"It's somebody you don't know; his name--"
"Oh, of course, I don't know him! And I don't know you either after
to-night, so just remember that, Mr. Parish. The idea! If I can't
take two steps without being followed and spied upon! And you call
yourself a gentleman. Get out of my way, please. If you want to
follow and spy, you're quite at liberty to do so. P'r'aps it'll ease
your nasty little mind. Don't talk to me! What business have you got
to stop me in the street, I'd like to know? If you're not careful I
shall send a complaint to your employers, and then you'll have
plenty of time to go taking walks."
She turned from him and pursued her way, but not so quickly as
before. Christopher, limp with misery, tried to move off in another
direction, but in spite of himself he was drawn after her. By
Chancery Lane and along the Strand he kept her in sight, often with
difficulty, for he durst not draw nearer than some twenty yards.
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