Chapter One: The Narrative of Walter Hartright, of Clement's Inn, London
IIt was the last day of July. The long hot summer was drawing to a close; and we, the weary pilgrims of the London pavement, were beginning to think of the cloud shadows on the corn fields, and the autumn breezes on the sea shore.
For my own poor part, the fading summer left me out of health, out of spirits, and, if the truth must be told, out of money as well. During the past year, I had not managed my professional resources as carefully as usual; and my extravagance now limited me to the prospect of spending the autumn economically between my mother's cottage at Hampstead, and my own chambers in town.
The evening, I remember, was still and cloudy; the London air was at its heaviest; the distant hum of the street traffic was at its faintest; the small pulse of the life within me and the great heart of the city around me seemed to be sinking in unison, la ...
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