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Chapter 27. Five-and-Twenty

           MrMeagleshandedhimaslipofpaper,onwhichwaswrittenthenameofoneofthedullby-streetsintheGrosvenorregion,nearParkLane.

           ‘Hereisnonumber,’saidArthurlookingoverit.

           ‘Nonumber,mydearClennam?’returnedhisfriend.‘Noanything!Theverynameofthestreetmayhavebeenfloatingintheair;for,asItellyou,noneofmypeoplecansaywheretheygotitfrom.However,it’sworthaninquiry;andasIwouldrathermakeitincompanythanalone,andasyoutoowereafellow-travellerofthatimmovablewoman’s,Ithoughtperhaps—’Clennamfinishedthesentenceforhimbytakinguphishatagain,andsayinghewasready.

           Itwasnowsummer-time;agrey,hot,dustyevening.TheyrodetothetopofOxfordStreet,andtherealighting,divedinamongthegreatstreetsofmelancholystateliness,andthelittlestreetsthattrytobeasstatelyandsucceedinbeingmoremelancholy,ofwhichthereisalabyrinthnearParkLane.Wildernessesofcornerhouses,withbarbarousoldporticoesandappurtenances;horrorsthatcameintoexistenceundersomewrong-headedpersoninsomewrong-headedtime,stilldemandingtheblindadmirationofallensuinggenerationsanddeterminedtodosountiltheytumbleddown;frowneduponthetwilight.Parasitelittletenements,withthecrampintheirwholeframe,fromthedwarfhall-dooronthegiantmodelofHisGrace’sintheSquaretothesqueezedwindowoftheboudoircommandingthedunghillsintheMews,madetheeveningdoleful.

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