” He said. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard.
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