“This,” he said, and then: “No! Is this
sweeter? Very well. Paul's, hanging like a black cloud in the air; and nearer to him he remarked the
golden ball on the summit of the College of Physicians, compared by Garth to a
"gilded pill. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid
growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of
methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Be a good wife to
him. I hate children.
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