Harold Frederic

March Hares Harold Frederic

On the morning of his thirtieth birthday, Mr David Mosscrop lounged against the low stone M irapet of Westminster Bridge, and surveyed at length the unflagging procession of his fellow -creatures plodding past him northward into the polite half of London town. He had come upon the bridge in a melancholy frame of mind, and had paused first of all gloomily to look down at the water. His thoughts were a burden to him, and his head ached viciously. This was no new experience of a momii, worse luck; he had grown accustomed to these evil opening hours of depression and nausea. The fact that it was his birthday, however, gave uncomfortable point to his reflections.
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