Then I threw a bucket of dirty water on his face and said, ‘Listen, asshole, let’s get one thing straight. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. The house was invisible from the road, and yet enormous once within view. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price.
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