’ He quirked an eyebrow. I could tell it was Italian, you see. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. And for me there is only one treasure-house. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself.
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