What any individual soul must do that wishes to live a thrillingly secretive life, and a life worthy of the planet Earth, is to detach itself completely from contemporary fads and fashions.
BRUNSWICK TERRACE
They had not moved on many paces when Mr. Trot enquired, with a screwing up of his eyes that distorted his whole physiognomy, whether she would prefer to follow Preston Road, "back of Brunswick", or go on by the sea and "turn up Greenhill." (...)
"I like the look of Brunswick Terrace," she murmured, "so let's go that way."
Obedient to her whim, the worthy Mr. Trot (...) led her across the road ; and they walked rapidly along the narrow pavement in front of the bow-windows of a row of comfortable little lodging-houses.
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