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a working girl and lost her job, how much would she have to live on? A few hundred pounds to a few thousand in the bank. Not a sum to be squandered on cabs. That habit had to be broken at once. |
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Her walk soon took her to Oxford Street. A middle-class emporium provided a wardrobe that would not betray her. Linda made a mental note that almost all the new things would have to be washed at least once right away because to have all new clothing would be suspicious. But I'll have time, she thought. I won't get this first job. |
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The next step was to find a room. One could not go job hunting and give one's address as Claridges. Linda didn't even know where to look, but common sense took her by the underground to Victoria Station, where Information directed her to a tourists' aid booth and a list of bed and breakfast places. She found a room in a small private hotel not far from Earl's Court. By then it was too late to make a call to Mrs. Bates, but Linda was not discouraged. Whether or not she got that job, everything she had done was necessary background. She had made an excellent start. |
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Leaving her purchases in the newly rented room, Linda prepared to close the doorat least temporarilyon her past life. The first bitter pill she had to swallow was repressing the temptation to take a cab back to Claridges because she was getting very tired. Second |
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