ABSTRACT
November had come, slight and worn, grey with mist and fog. The year was thinning towards its close, sharpening down to that point that would pierce the earth when the New Year looked at the post Time had set up to mark his track. The city shivered in its worn garments, shrinking within itself as it felt the fingers of cold and fog. Regent’s Buildings were cheerless and gloomy. The red bricks had lost the glow of youth during these three years. 152
