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Then followed a further battery of perplexing questions.
Had my husband gone on a long voyage? Yes? Where to? The South. Did I
mean India, Australia, New Zealand? Yes, and still farther.
"Ah, I see," she said again. "He's probably the captain of a tramp
steamer, and will go from port to port as long as he can find a cargo."
Hardly understanding what my companion meant by this, I half agreed to
it, and then followed a volley of more personal inquiries.
I was young to be married, wasn't I? Probably I hadn't been married
very long, had I? And not having settled myself in a home perhaps I was
going up to London to wait for my husband? Yes? How wise--town being so
much more cheerful than the country.
"Any friends there?"
"No."
"None whatever?"
"None whatever."
"But won't you be lonely by yourself in London?"
"A little lonely perhaps."
Being satisfied that she had found out everything about me, my
travelling companion (probably from the mere love of talking) told me
something about herself.


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