There was a hint of tears in her voice. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. “Excuse me?” Mike threw Michelle a strange look, bursting into a grin. The Widgetts talked with a remarkable absence of external coverings; the Palsworthys found all the meanings of life on its surfaces. He saw now that it was merely a boy. When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried.
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