I must apologize, I
suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you
were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of
comment to the passers-by. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and
studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. Mr. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. “So, since when does a grown man have to sneak
behind the Laundromat to smoke a cigarette?” She asked
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him. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. I can't
spare you at present. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and,
on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys
was collected in the yard.
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