By the confident tone in her voice, you can tell she is square with that.

It was a telegraph-boy with a wire which had been forwarded from my lodgings at Streatham.

Meet me at the slopshoot On the old Wangpoo Bring along your dipnet There's enough for two. We'll have mashed potatoes And some Navy stew Meet me at the slopshoot On the old Wangpoo

Here in seclusion, as a widow may, / The lovely lady whiled the hours away, / Pacing in sable robes the statued hall, / Herself the stateliest statue among all, […]