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earth can I hide Augusta? Who will take her? What story can I tell about her? It is distracting!"
By degrees she grew a little calmer. It would not be difficult, she hoped, to find some decent woman to mind her sister at her own home. Surely there were plenty of people in London willing to take care of a child. She would enquire. Meantime it struck her that Augusta looked ridiculous in her great night-dress and cap, so that before placing her in the hands of any stranger it would be necessary to buy her a complete set of baby linen.
To this end, having walked to the top of Tottenham Court Road she hailed a hansom, and drove to Westbourne Grove.
