12/35 "From the top of the hill I would strike off to the west, and see the morning break over London. In summer that was wonderful! The Houses of Parliament. St Paul's like a silver bubble rising out of the mist, then, as the mist cleared over the river, a London clean and all silver in the morning light! I was going to conquer all that, you know--I-- "'Silent upon a peak of Peckham Rye.'" "I wonder you didn't kill yourself," cried Stella. They never knew of my wanderings. They did know, of course, that I used not to go to bed. |