It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. The smile had become a laugh. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine.
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