I have only just left Wych Street. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. We came on here at once. You sing better than Annabel ever did, you have even a better style.
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