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Updated: May 21, 2025
It was the same with every man, educated and uneducated, old, young, desirable themselves or undesirable, men of her own world and bus-conductors, generals and Tommies during the war she had had a perplexing time bishops equally with vergers round about her confirmation startling occurrences had taken place wholesome and unwholesome, rich and penniless, brilliant or idiotic; and it made no difference at all what they were, or how long and securely married: into the eyes of every one of them, when they saw her, leapt this flame, and when they heard her it stayed there.
Men and women who are tired of being laboriously kind to their bodies, who like to be a little uncomfortable and quite uncared for, who love to live from week to week without speaking, except to confide their destinations to 'bus-conductors, who are weary of woolly decorations, aspidistras, and the eternal two generations of roses which riot among blue ribbons on hireling wall-papers, who are ignorant of the science of tipping and thanking, who do not know how to cook yet hate to be cooked for, will here find the thing they have desired, and something else as well.
But they have been wonderful this time wonderful. I love them all the bus-conductors, the ticket-punchers, the lift-girls one of them nearly shot me right through the roof of Harrod's the other day and the window-cleaners and the page-girls and the railway-portresses! I divide my elderly heart among them. And I met a bunch of munition girls the other day, Bobby, coming home from work.
Women and dogs as well as men can be faithful beyond limit, I think, but it's very rare in anybody." "'Bus-conductors don't know nothink," said the Chap from the Top Floor in a loud belligerent voice, illuminated by an amiable smile. "I orfen look at 'bus-conductors, an' think, 'Pore devils, they don't know 'arf of life, not even a quarter.
"Now, I have a prejudice against 'bus-conductors," said Kew. "Why?" asked Mr. Russell rather indignantly. "I can't explain it. If I could, it wouldn't be a prejudice, it would be an opinion. But well just think.... The trousered 'bus-conductors probably ask her to walk out with them in Victoria Park on Sundays." "I see your point," said Mr. Russell.
In the principal streets the stolid-faced Scotchman in a straw hat became a familiar figure. Strange fancies held him. He stood for an hour at a time looking at his face in a shop-window. The boot-blacks pointed at him and he disappeared down passages. He shook his fist at the 'bus-conductors, who would not leave him alone.
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