A heaviness weighed upon her limbs, making it hardship to walk however short a distance.
Arrived at Clapham Junction, she began to search wearily, indifferently, for the kind of shop that might answer her purpose.

The receiving of letters which, for one reason or another, must be dispatched to a secret address, is a very ordinary complaisance on the part of small London stationers; hundreds of such letters are sent and called for every week within the metropolitan postal area.

It did not take Monica long to find an obliging shopkeeper; the first to whom she applied--a decent woman behind a counter which displayed newspapers, tobacco, and fancy articles--willingly accepted the commission.
She came out of the shop with flushed cheeks.

Another step in shameful descent--yet it had the result of strengthening once more her emotions favourable to Bevis.

On his account she had braved this ignominy, and it drew her towards him, instead of producing the effect which would have seemed more natural.