"I'd forgotten. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. Again returning to the main road, he passed through Clapton; and turning off on the left, arrived at the foot of Stamford Hill. " CHAPTER XX To Spurlock it seemed as if a great iron door had swung in behind him, shutting out the old world. “Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only waste your time here. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last.
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