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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. 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
do you mean? You cannot, you would not dare...” “Wait a moment. The air was very pleasant and fresh this morning; there was a breeze blowing, even through this dull street, and I thought I would take a walk. Piccadilly stretched before me a clear, bright vista, and the sun flashed on the carriages and on the quivering leaves in the park. It was a joyous morning, and men and women looked at the sky and smiled as they went about their work or their pleasure, and the wind blew as blithely as upon the meadows and the scented gorse. But somehow or other I got out of the bustle and the gaiety, and 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. LIVE I AND CLARKE WITH ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANNOT YOU WOULD NOT DARE WAIT A MOMENT THE AIR WAS VERY PLEASANT AND FRESH THIS MORNING THERE WAS A BREEZE BLOWING EVEN THROUGH THIS DULL STREET AND I THOUGHT I WOULD TAKE A WALK PICCADILLY STRETCHED BEFORE ME A CLEAR BRIGHT VISTA AND THE SUN FLASHED ON THE CARRIAGES AND ON THE QUIVERING LEAVES IN THE PARK IT WAS A JOYOUS MORNING AND MEN AND WOMEN LOOKED AT THE SKY AND SMILED AS THEY WENT ABOUT THEIR WORK OR THEIR PLEASURE AND THE WIND BLEW AS BLITHELY AS UPON THE MEADOWS AND THE SCENTED GORSE BUT SOMEHOW OR OTHER I GOT OUT OF THE BUSTLE IN THE GAYETY AND 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
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