" And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. It simply doesn’t count. You don’t understand. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. He awoke, strangely content. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever.
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