In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. To have written a short story in a
week was rather a remarkable feat. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. The houses were older, the
shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the
crowd, the street-like air was the same. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying
to draw him nearer by pushing him away. I waited for her at the back. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. Things happened frequently over here
that wouldn't happen in the States once in a hundred years.
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