. The book of months . JANUARY little gentleman; or was the instinct of stealingso strong that he never stopped to think? Onewould have supposed that a tip was a practicalcertainty. The third was merely a matter fortears. I walked back from dinner, and my way layup Piccadillj again. At a populous corner stooda very stout, elderly woman, dressed in violentand ridiculous colors. Her hair was golden, hereyebrows broad, thick, and vilely drawn, hercheeks so burned with rouge that one blushed.She addressed every passer - by in endearingterms. None regarded her. That was quiteright; but the pity of
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. The book of months . JANUARY little gentleman; or was the instinct of stealingso strong that he never stopped to think? Onewould have supposed that a tip was a practicalcertainty. The third was merely a matter fortears. I walked back from dinner, and my way layup Piccadillj again. At a populous corner stooda very stout, elderly woman, dressed in violentand ridiculous colors. Her hair was golden, hereyebrows broad, thick, and vilely drawn, hercheeks so burned with rouge that one blushed.She addressed every passer - by in endearingterms. None regarded her. That was quiteright; but the pity of her standing there onthis squally night, with her horrid mission andher total ill-success! Yes, it is difBcult to thankGod for that. After five days I got deliverance from thisentrancing slavery, and, like a cork from abottle, flew to Grindelwald. The journey I re-member as a dreadful dream, for I had a cold so7. w^<