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Some of them wore purple cloaks with wide green borders, and the border of green was a narrow strip with some, and some wore cloaks of old and faded red, and some wore violet cloaks, and none wore black. And they begged gracefully, as gods might beg for souls. SOME OF THEM WORE PURPLE CLOAKS WITH WIDE GREEN BORDERS AND A BORDER OF GREEN WAS A NARROW STRIP WITH SOME AND SOME WORE CLOAKS OF OLD AND FADED RED AND SOME WORE VIOLET CLOAKS AND NONE WORE BLACK AND THEY BEGGED GRACEFULLY AS GODS MIGHT BEG FOR SOULS
antic, dreary. Nothing could be done for them, I thought--nothing. And then my thoughts were interrupted by barking dogs. Every dog in the street seemed to be barking--every kind of dog, not only the little ones but the big ones too. They were all facing East towards the way I was coming by. Then I turned round to look and had this vision, in Piccadilly, on the opposite side to the houses just after you pass the cab-rank. Tall bent men were coming down the street arrayed in marvelous cloaks. All were sallow of skin and swarthy of hair, and most of them wore strange beards. They were coming slowly, and they walked with staves, and their hands were out for alms. All the beggars had come to town. I would have given them a gold doubloon engraven with the towers of Castile, but I had no such coin. They did not seem the people to who it were fitting to offer the same coin as one tendered for the use of a taxicab (O marvelous, ill-made word, surely the pass-word somewhere of some evil order). EETS WERE ALL SO UNROMANTIC DREARY NOTHING COULD BE DONE FOR THEM I THOUGHT NOTHING AND THEN MY THOUGHTS WERE INTERRUPTED BY BARKING DOGS EVERY DOG IN THE STREET SEEMED TO BE BARKING EVERY KIND OF DOG NOT ONLY THE LITTLE ONES BUT THE BIG ONES TOO THEY WERE ALL FACING EAST TOWARDS THE WAY I WAS COMING BY THEN I TURNED ROUND TO LOOK AND HAD THIS VISION IN PICCADILLY ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE TO THE HOUSES JUST AFTER YOU PASSED THE CAB RACK TALL BENT MEN WERE COMING DOWN THE STREET ARRAYED IN MARVELOUS CLOAKS ALL WERE SALLOW OF SKIN AND SWARTHY OF HAIR AND MOST OF THEM WORE STRANGE BEARDS THEY WERE COMING SLOWLY AND THEY WALKED WITH STAVES AND THEIR HANDS WERE OUT FOR ALMS ALL THE BEGGARS HAD COME TO TOWN I WOULD HAVE GIVEN THEM A GOLD DOUBLOON ENGRAVEN WITH THE TOWERS OF CASTILE BUT I HAD NO SUCH COIN THEY DID NOT SEEM THE PEOPLE TO WHOM IT WERE FITTING TO OFFER THE SAME COIN AS ONE TENDERED FOR THE USE OF A TAXI CAB OH MARVELLOUS ILL MADE WORD SURELY THE PASSWORD SOMEWHERE OF SOME EVIL ORDER
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