Then we get all the offshoots parallel and the better houses have their southern aspect.

I beg your pardon, Beatrice, did you say anything ?" he broke off suddenly.
She smiled.
"Nothing worth mentioning.

I was just thinking that it reminded me a little up here of the first time you and I ever talked together." He glanced down at the panorama below, with its odd jumble of hideous buildings, softened here and there with wreaths of sunstained smoke, its great blots of ugliness irredeemable, insistent.
"It's different, of course," she went on.

"I remember, even now, the view from the house-top that night.

In a sense, it was finer than this; everything was more lurid and yet more chaotic; one simply felt that underneath all those mysterious places was some great being, toiling and struggling--Life itself, groaning through space with human cogwheels.