Hyde Park
AND when I felt most depressed in this country of England—it was an English Sunday, blighted by unutterable boredom—I made my way along Oxford Street; I simply wanted to go eastwards, so as to be nearer my native land, but I made a mistake in the direction and journeyed due west, whereupon I found myself by Hyde Park. It is there known as Marble Arch, because of a marble gateway, which leads nowhere; I really do not know why it stands there. I felt rather sorry for it, so I went to inspect it; and while doing so, I saw something and hurried up to see what it was, because of the crowds of people that were there. And when I realized what was happening, I at once felt more cheerful.
It was a large open space, and anyone who
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