The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. . On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question.
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