We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side.
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