Finally she decided that even for an hotel she must look round, and that meanwhile she would “book” her luggage at Waterloo. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees.
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