Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. It’s the public entrance. Leave the rest to me. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death.
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