“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow.
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