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instant visions of working side by side with one of those
really pretty ones he often noticed making their way
about the City. There were one or two good ones in
Angel Pavement itself: quite a pretty piece downstairs
with the Kwik-Work Razor Blade Co.; another not so
dusty who went up the stairs next door to C. Warstein:
Tailors' Trimmings; and a real beauty-one to make
your mouth water, a peach-at Dunbury & Co.: Incan-
descent Gas Fittings, at the end of the street. And there
were two or three worth looking at, the flashy young
Jewessy type, at Chase A- Cohen's Carnival Novelties
place at the end. Any one of these girls, walking into
Twigg and Dersingham's, would have lit up the place
for him, and the day's routine would have become an
adventure. But they must go and choose this dreary-
looking kid with the fringe. It was just his luck. Two
girls working in the same office, and neither of them
any good. Miss Matfield was all right in her way, of
course, but then she was too big, too old, and far too
"posh" and bossy for him, even if she had ever showed
any sign—and, so far, she hadn't—of being really in-
terested in his existence. This other one, Polly Sellers,
was interested enough, quite ready to be friends, but
then, well—look at her.

The maddening thing about it—and it really was
maddening to Turgis-was that all these other ripe and
adorable girls (he thought of them as "fine bits") were
all over the place, walking in and out of offices, sitting in
corners of tea-shops, elbowing him sometimes (and he
was always there to be elbowed) in buses and tube trains,
so that you might have thought they worked for every-
body in the City but Twigg and Dersingham. And it
was no better, perhaps it was worse, when he was roaming