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He ploughed through the river of travel and caught at her arm and felt her slight weight sag against him . `` Annybody as turned her loose -- '' he continued his soliloquy after he 'd jollied a newsboy into escorting her across to the Temple Bar Building , `` Ought to be sent up -- '' He vented his disgust at the `` annybody '' on a daring chauffeur and watched until the newsboy came panting back to his stand to nod a triumphant grinning affirmative '' ` Nd her head up in the air like a queen -- '' he held his own head regally to signal the cross-town traffic , `` Queer lot ! '' and forgot her . It was noon when she came back to him , looking older and queerer and whiter faced than ever . Temple Bar is a large office building and Felicia Day had tramped courageously from floor to floor , from office to office , persistently seeking the Portia Person . She had been laughed at , had been almost insulted , had been treated with deference and treated with indifference ; she had talked with scores and scores of lawyers , looking searchingly into their faces , asking her question firmly and sweetly . She had asked it of busy lawyers , lazy lawyers , suave lawyers , thin lawyers , fat lawyers , rude lawyers , young lawyers , old lawyers ; she had talked to dozens of clerks and stenographers , appealed to elevator men , janitors , scrub women , any one who would listen -- she wanted to find the Portia Person , he had curly hair and he was quite tall and he had had a client whose name was Octavia , who was pretty and ill and who had given him some papers sixteen years ago .