Thames Street was wholly impassable. While the girl kept
the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself
would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. He was a comforting,
humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in
psychology and physiognomy. He cannot. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the
others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the
blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum
things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his
mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential
admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and
general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in
Marylebone. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she
remarked gaily.
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