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The Goopes were
the oddest little couple conceivable, following a fruitarian career upon an upper
floor in Theobald’s Road. “I wondered. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new
foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the
figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that
had not been waxed properly. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the
miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. Killed is too kind a word. She fluttered her eyelashes, and
adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge.
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