May Fair [antikvár]

Prologue \NCE tipon a time in London there was a young gentleman who had nothing better to do one afternoon, so what should he do hut take a walk ? Now he did not set out as one on pleasure hent, hut with an air of determination that would have surprised his friends, saying between his teeth : "I have always heard that walking is good exercise. I will try a hit." However, he had not walked far before circumstances compelled him to abate his ardour, for it was an afternoon in July and quite warm for the time of the year. Eastward our young gentleman strode ; by Sloane Street,