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Title: An American girl in London
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Cotes, Everard, Mrs., 1861-1922
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Publisher: New York : D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: Scott - York University Libraries
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RESEXTLY. when we werenot in the least expectingit, there came a little suddenjolt that made us look ateach other precipitately.Lady Torquilin was quite asnervous as I at this point. What has become ofOddie ? she exclaimed, anddescried a red coat in a cabrolling up beside us with in-tense relief. As we passedthrough the Palace gatesthe cab disappeared, and chaoscame again. Naughty boy!said Lady Torquilin, in bitterness ofspirit. ■ Why. in the name of for-tune, couldnt he have come with us the carriage M( have no nerves, my dear, none whatever; and they cant understand our having them ! But at that moment we alighted, in a maze of directions, upon the wide, red-carpeted steps, and whisked as rapidly as possible through great corridors AN AMERICAN U1RL IN LONDON 299
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AND CHAOS CAME AGAIN. 300 AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON with knots of gentlemen in uniform in them to the cloak-room. Hurry, child ! whispered Lady Torquilin, handing our wrapsto the white-capped maid. Dont let these people get ahead ofus, and keep close to me!—and 1 observed the same spasmodichaste in everybody else. With our trains over our arms wefled after the others, as rapidly as decorum wTould permit, throughspacious halls and rooms that lapse into a red confusion in myrecollection, leaving one of my presentation cards somewhere onthe way, and reaching the limit of permitted progress at lastwith a strong sense of security and comfort. We found it in alarge pillared room full of regularly-curving lines of chairs,occupied by the ladies of the forty carriages that were before us.Every head wore its three white feathers and its tulle extension,and the aggregation of plumes and lappets and gentle movementsmade one in the rear think of a flock of tame pigeons noddingand pecking—it w

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