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           AndWhitehallwasskatedover,silverbeatenasitwas,skatedoverbyspiders,andtherewasasenseofmidgesroundthearclamps;itwassohotthatpeoplestoodabouttalking.AndhereinWestminsterwasaretiredJudge,presumably,sittingfoursquareathishousedoordressedallinwhite.AnAnglo-Indianpresumably.

           Andhereashindyofbrawlingwomen,drunkenwomen;hereonlyapolicemanandloominghouses,highhouses,domedhouses,churches,parliaments,andthehootofasteamerontheriver,ahollowmistycry.Butitwasherstreet,this,Clarissa’s;cabswererushingroundthecorner,likewaterroundthepiersofabridge,drawntogether,itseemedtohimbecausetheyborepeoplegoingtoherparty,Clarissa’sparty.

           Thecoldstreamofvisualimpressionsfailedhimnowasiftheeyewereacupthatoverflowedandlettherestrundownitschinawallsunrecorded.Thebrainmustwakenow.Thebodymustcontractnow,enteringthehouse,thelightedhouse,wherethedoorstoodopen,wherethemotorcarswerestanding,andbrightwomendescending:thesoulmustbraveitselftoendure.Heopenedthebigbladeofhispocket-knife.