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Angela wanted to ride downtown with her sister. "Perhaps I might bring you luck. " But on this theme Jinny was adamant. "You'd be much more likely to bring yourself bad luck. No, there's no sense in taking a chance. I'll take the elevated; my landlady said it would drop me very near the school where I'm taking the examination. You go some other way. " Down in the hall Mrs. Gloucester was busy dusting, her short bustling figure alive with housewifely ardour. Virginia paused near her and held out her hand to Angela. "Goodbye, Miss Mory," she said wickedly, "it was very kind of you to give me so much time. If you can ever tear yourself away from your beloved Village, come up and I'll try to show you Harlem. I don't think it's going to take me long to learn it."
Obediently Angela let her go her way and walking over to Seventh Avenue mounted the bus, smarting a little under Jinny's generous precautions. But presently she began to realize their value, for at 114th Street Anthony Cross entered. He sat down beside her. "I never expected to see you in my neighbourhood."