Why cantyou come down and have it, stead of keeping me waiting for thewashing up?
You dont never seem to get tired of The Way ofan Eagle, do you, now?
It was hot enough to boil a kettle by, he thought.
Collected Letters of Robert LouisStevenson.
When he went back to his room the oil lamp had got going, more orless.
The kind of girl who goes in for Plentyof Clean Fun. And his room was more cold andsqualid
than even a lodging-house bedroom has any right to be. But Willowbed Roaditself contrived
to keep up a kind of mingy, lower-middle-classdecency.
Flaxman was living apart from his wife at the moment.
But it was impossible, ofcourse; he had no money. Gordon examined thething with the
intimacy of hatred. It was one of those houseswhere you cannot even go to the W.
I dont know what to ave this week, that I dont, she mumbledthrough untidy lips.
Another customer arrived, for the library.
But somehow, almost from the start, LondonPleasures had gone wrong. In almost any
circumstances they canpreserve a wilting, diseased existence.
You havent seen the new girl theyve got inthe saloon bar yet.
He hated the whole lotof them, old and new, highbrow and lowbrow, snooty and chirpy. He
went on,up the dark evil-smelling stairs.
He was a habitue of bookshops, yet never stayedlonger than ten minutes in any one shop.
She was no doubt acolonels wife, or widow. In almost any circumstances they canpreserve a
wilting, diseased existence.
Suddenly a ravishing, irresistible desire to smoke came overGordon. Gordon kicked
Stevensons buckram backside.
Sauce advertisement fluttered sharply, like a piece of washing onthe line.
You havent seen the new girl theyve got inthe saloon bar yet.
Two upper-middle-class ladies sailednoisily in. Dont hustle them; let them browse for
twentyminutes or so; then they get ashamed and buy something. He had his regular procedure
for making tea.
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