" Without another word, and accompanied by Thames, he then took his way to Dollis Hill in a state of the deepest depression. His tone was kind and sympathetic. And then presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. Wood. You have the ideas. " "I don't wonder at it," rejoined Gay.
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