The Prophet of Berkeley Square by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"No, sir. He would never have gone so far as that. But he lived and died
in Susan Road beside the gas-works. He was a great man." "I'm sure he was," said the Prophet, heartily. "He wished me to live and die there too," said Malkiel. "But there are limits, sir, even to the forbearance of women. Madame was affected, painfully affected, by the gas, sir. It stank in her nostrils--to use a figure. And then there was another drawback that she could not get over." "Indeed!" "The sweeps, sir." "I beg your pardon!" said the Prophet. "I said--the sweeps." "I heard you--well?" "Being the only people that were not, in the whole road, made for loneliness, sir." The Prophet was entirely _bouleverse_. "I'm afraid I'm very stupid, but really I--" he began. "Is it possible that you live in London, sir, and are not aware that Susan Road lies in the most sought-after portion of the sweeps' |
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