Newport Cigarettes Reviews-(91)
 

Then he unlocked the grating that barred the window. The cries of Bond
Street came in; the purr of the distant traffic. The light from
reflectors at the back of the shop struck upwards. One tree waved six
green leaves, for it was June. But Mademoiselle had married Mr. Pedder
of the local brewery--no one stuck roses in his buttonhole now.
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