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The only place I could think of was that which Martin had mentioned when
he wished to carry me away--London. In the mighty world of London I
might hide myself from observation and wait until Martin returned from
his expedition.
"Yes, yes, London," I told myself in my breathless excitement, little
knowing what London meant.
I began to select the clothes I was to carry with me and to wear on my
journey. They must be plain, for I had to escape from a house in which
unfriendly eyes would be watching me. They must be durable, for during
my time of waiting I expected to be poor.
I hunted out some of the quaker-like costumes which had been made for me
before my marriage; and when I had put them on I saw that they made a
certain deduction from my appearance, but that did not matter to me
now--the only eyes I wished to look well in being down in the Antarctic
seas.
Then I tried to think of practical matters--how I was to live in London
and how, in particular, I was to meet the situation that was before me.


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