After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. A neat tale, giving little away. I tried.
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