My wonderful visit (1922)

Page scan 00089 from My wonderful visit

Record Details:

Title:
My wonderful visit
Date:
1922
Publisher:
London : Hurst & Blackett
Volume:
My wonderful visit
Leaf #:
00089
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
University of California Libraries
Sponsor:
MSN
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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I Arrive in London 8i gest taking a walk. I do not tell them my plans, merely suggest taking the walk. We go through the back way and escape. I am sure that every- thing is all right, and that no one will recognise me. I cannot stand the strain any longer. I tell Donald and Tom—they really must leave me alone. I want to be alone, and want to visit alone. They understand. Tom is a good sort and so is Donald. I do not want to ride, but just for a quicker means of getting away I call a taxicab. I tell him to drive to Lambeth. He is a good driver, and an old one. He has not recognised me, thank heaven ! But he is going too fast. I tell him to drive slower, to take his time. I sit back now. I am passing Westminster Bridge again. I see it better. Things are more familiar. On the other side is the new London County Council building. They have been building it for years. They started it before I left. The Westminster Road has become very dilapidated, but perhaps it is because I am riding in an automobile. I used to travel across it another way. It doesn't seem so long ago, either. My God ! Look ! Under the bridge ! There's the old blind man. I stop the driver and drive back. We pull up outside the Canterbury. You wait there, or do you want me to pay you off.'*" He will wait. I walk back. There he is, the same old figure, the same old blind man I used to see as a child of five, with the