"I don't see how
you do it, Hoddy. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. The entrance of Shoe Lane, and the whole line of the wall of St. Ye gods! what a
wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one
regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against
you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse
confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the
Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the
painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. A few
minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the
Square, drove to Anna’s flat. Don't be
afraid, man,—off with it. Nothing else matters. “I know nothing
whatever of his friends or his home. With her lived a Mrs.
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