ABSTRACT
IT was Karyl’s custom to take, now and then, a stroll in the London streets before dinner. Sometimes she took Joyce with her, but more often she walked alone, clad in quiet and unnoticeable garments. Her great beauty and abnormal height made her the mark for much attention and recognition, but beyond impertinent stares, she rarely suffered any annoyance. It was her wont to go where the contrasts of life that pained her were most apparent, to fuel the fire of indignation and pity burning in her heart, and ponder over her schemes for readjustment.
