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I saw what I required; but I think it was five minutes before I had steadied myself and could walk in and ask for it in a cool voice and with a calm face. I think there must even then have been a tremor in my words, for the old man who came out of the back parlour, and fumbled slowly amongst his goods, looked oddly at me as he tied the parcel. I SAW WHAT I REQUIRED BUT I THINK IT WAS FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I HAD STEADIED MYSELF AND COULD WALK IN AND ASK FOR IT IN A COOL VOICE AND WITH A CALM FACE I THINK THERE MUST EVEN THEN HAVE BEEN A TREMOR IN MY WORDS FOR THE OLD MAN WHO CAME OUT OF THE BACK PARLOUR AND FUMBLED SLOWLY AMONGST HIS GOODS LOOKED ODDLY AT ME AS HE TIED THE PARCEL
 slowly along a quiet, dull street, where there seemed to be no sunshine and no air, and where the few foot-passengers loitered as they walked, and hung indecisively about corners and archways. I walked along, hardly knowing where I was going or what I did there, but feeling impelled, as one sometimes is, to explore still further, with a vague idea of reaching some unknown goal. Thus I forged up the street, noting the small traffic of the milk-shop, and wondering at the incongruous medley of penny pipes, black tobacco, sweets, newspapers, and comic songs which here and there jostled one another in the short compass of a single window. I think it was a cold shudder that suddenly passed through me that first told me that I had found what I wanted. I looked up from the pavement and stopped before a dusty shop, above which the lettering had faded, where the red bricks of two hundred years ago had grimed to black; where the windows had gathered to themselves the dust of winters innumerable. ND FOUND MYSELF WALKING SLOWLY ALONG A QUIET DULL STREET WHERE THERE SEEMED TO BE NO SUNSHINE AND NO AIR AND WHERE THE FEW FOOT PASSENGERS LOITERED AS THEY WALKED AND HUNG INDECISIVELY ABOUT CORNERS AND ARCHWAYS I WALKED ALONG HARDLY KNOWING WHERE I WAS GOING OR WHAT I DID THERE BUT FEELING IMPELLED AS ONE SOMETIMES IS TO EXPLORE STILL FURTHER WITH A VAGUE IDEA OF REACHING SOME UNKNOWN GOAL THUS I FORGED UP THE STREET NOTING THE SMALL TRAFFIC OF THE MILK SHOP AND WONDERING AT THE INCONGRUOUS MEDLEY OF PENNY PIPES BLACK TOBACCO SWEETS NEWSPAPERS AND COMIC SONGS WHICH HERE AND THERE JOSTLED ONE ANOTHER IN THE SHORT COMPASS OF A SINGLE WINDOW I THINK IT WAS A COLD SHUDDER THAT SUDDENLY PASSED THROUGH ME THAT FIRST TOLD ME THAT I HAD FOUND WHAT I WANTED I LOOKED UP FROM THE PAVEMENT AND STOPPED BEFORE A DUSTY SHOP ABOVE WHICH THE LETTERING HAD FADED WHERE THE RED BRICKS OF TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO HAD GRIMED TO BLACK WHERE THE WINDOWS HAD GATHERED TO THEMSELVES THE DUST OF WINTERS INNUMERABLE
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