CHAPTER V.
This was neither more nor less than the queer extension of her experience, the double life that, in the cage, she grew at last to lead.
As the weeks went on there she lived more and more into the world of whiffs and glimpses, she found her divinations work faster and stretch further.

It was a prodigious view as the pressure heightened, a panorama fed with facts and figures, flushed with a torrent of colour and accompanied with wondrous world-music.

What it mainly came to at this period was a picture of how London could amuse itself; and that, with the running commentary of a witness so exclusively a witness, turned for the most part to a hardening of the heart.

The nose of this observer was brushed by the bouquet, yet she could never really pluck even a daisy.
What could still remain fresh in her daily grind was the immense disparity, the difference and contrast, from class to class, of every instant and every motion.

There were times when all the wires in the country seemed to start from the little hole-and-corner where she plied for a livelihood, and where, in the shuffle of feet, the flutter of "forms," the straying of stamps and the ring of change over the counter, the people she had fallen into the habit of remembering and fitting together with others, and of having her theories and interpretations of, kept up before her their long procession and rotation.