THE GLAMOUR FADES
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and Parkson had sat on a seat hard by the fossil tree and discoursed of Socialism together before the great paper was read. . . .
"Yes," he said, speaking aloud to himself; "yes—that's all over too. Everything's over."
Presently the corner of the Natural History Museum came between him and his receding Alma Mater. He sighed and turned his face towards the stuffy little rooms at Chelsea, and the still unconquered world.
