The Craze of Christina — page 43: what you’re looking at

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‘The Craze of Christina. 39 dropped down unawares upon his garmenis from the ceilings over his head. And for longer than a week the unhappy young mancould not, by the terms of that hate- ful will, absent himself from his own house so as to get away from allthis discomfort. Never- theless, for that prescribed week he did run up to London, after he had endured three weeks of Docker and of George Jones, and there did his best to forget the drawbacks of his lot, and to remember that after all hewasarichman. But London was unknown ground to him from the point of view of the wealthy idler, and however rich a man may be, he cannot enjoy his riches alone. He knew nobody, the streets were fuli of strange faces, and he had been far too poor in the old days to belong to a club. He amused himself, indeed, for a few days by buying all sorts of expensive articles at fashionable shops in Bond Street and Piccadilly, whose doors he had never ventured to enter before; but the joys of shopping soon palled upon him, and after he had been to a few theaters, where it was a novelty to him to sit in the stalls instead of in the pit or upper boxes, and had sauntered into the principal picture galleries, he began to feel very dull and lonely in London. For there is no one so desolate as the unit in an unknown CopniclooolkS. (co