But where had she seen the other lady?--elderly, with a frill under her
chin; wearing a black ribbon for gold eyeglasses; sensual, clever, like a
Sargent drawing. How one can tell from a voice when people are in the
habit, thought Clarissa, of making other people--'It's a shade too
tight,' she said--obey. The shop-woman went off again. Clarissa was left
waiting. Fear no more she repeated, playing her finger on the counter.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun. Fear no more she repeated. There were
little brown spots on her arm. And the girl crawled like a snail. Thou
thy worldly task hast done. Thousands of young men had died that things
might go on. At last
Newports Cigarettes! Half an rich above the elbow; pearl buttons; five
and a quarter. My dear slow coach
Cheap Newports, thought Clarissa, do you think I can
sit here the whole morning? Now you'll take twenty-five minutes to bring
me my change
Cheap Cigarette!