We know London, and you are a stranger here. You did not see me, I know. “They have all been trying to turn my head. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. I want to get away—to go to London. ‘It is not easy. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd was ever so much too big, push as I would. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer.
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