‘Oh, the Frenchie. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. 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. Then began expostulations, preluded by a
telegram and headed by her aunt. ’
‘But it’s my affair, Melusine. I didn’t know that you had it
that bad,” said John.
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