They will have flung great arches and domes of glass above the widerspaces of the town, the slender beauty of the perfect metal-work faroverhead will be softened to a fairy-like unsubstantiality by themild London air. It will be the London air we know, clear of filthand all impurity, the same air that gives our October days theirunspeakable clarity and makes every London twilight mysteriouslybeautiful.
Grosses ofgrosses! His roads killed the railroads--the old things--in two dozenyears; he bought... read more
