He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. The boy she had loved was gone. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. Ask your own conscience. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents.
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