The Savoy . attire, stroll off across the road to find a comrade,rolling a cigarette between their fingers. Monna Lisa passes rapidly, with herbrother, carrying a marketing basket. And it is a steady movement town-wards ; the very stragglers prepare to go, stopping, from time to time, to buya great gingerbread pig with Jean or Suzanne scrawled in great white lettersacross it. Outside one booth, not yet closed, I am arrested by the desolationof a little frail creature, with a thin, suffering, painted face, his pink legscrossed, who sits motionless by the side of the great drum, looking downwear
The Savoy . attire, stroll off across the road to find a comrade,rolling a cigarette between their fingers. Monna Lisa passes rapidly, with herbrother, carrying a marketing basket. And it is a steady movement town-wards ; the very stragglers prepare to go, stopping, from time to time, to buya great gingerbread pig with Jean or Suzanne scrawled in great white lettersacross it. Outside one booth, not yet closed, I am arrested by the desolationof a little frail creature, with a thin, suffering, painted face, his pink legscrossed, who sits motionless by the side of the great drum, looking downwearily at the cymbals that he still holds in his hands. In the open spacesroundabouts turn, turn, a circle of moving lights, encircled by a thin line ofblack shadows. The sky darkens, a little wind is rising ; the night, after thisday of heat, will be stormy. And still, to the waltz measure of the round-abouts, turning, turning frantically, the last lingerers defy the midnight, adance of shadows. Arthur THE SONG OF THE WOMEN A WEALDEN TRIO \st Voice:HEN yeve got a child ats whist for want of food,And a grate as grey s yr air for want of wood,And yr man and you aint nowise not much good ;
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