Passing of the Third Floor Back

Passing of the Third Floor Back

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Passing of the Third Floor Back

Passing of the Third Floor Back

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The neighbourhood of Bloomsbury Square towards four o'clock of a November afternoon is not so crowded as to secure to the stranger, of appearance anything out of the common, immunity from observation. Tibb's boy, screaming at the top of his voice that she was his honey, stopped suddenly, stepped backwards on to the toes of a voluble young lady wheeling a perambulator, and remained deaf, apparently, to the somewhat personal remarks of the voluble young lady. Not until he had reached the next corner -- and then more as a soliloquy than as information to the street -- did Tibb's boy recover sufficient interest in his own affairs to remark that he was her bee. The . . .

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