ep up ten-year-old put o a field on town.

    "See top?" te striped tent of scarcely imaginable proportions, into o spare inside for anot red and riped tent, side and, besides tents, bootalls, dotted about t most of all s number of people, for it seemed to  to be out tonig,  all ern jahose ice-blue eyes.

    Sranger among trangers, for all  to to faces. tures of teristic gloom; and te smiles of tuguese, er tripping off tipsy-sounding tongues.

    "y by to slito pick a pocket or to complete treat, who knows?

    Above ting tones of ts unique to ted industrial cities, sunsets never seen in team t set tion t made us all modern.

    At sunset, t of Neal, a Roman sensuality; under ternly voluptuous sky, Lizzie abandoned o tated smells and never-before- fat in a vat of frying dougs; ; s; cries of vendors; crack of rifles from te-faced cloered a banjo, age. too muco take in at once, too muco take in at all -- too ric for  saken a little beyond  igo, a sense of profound strangeness overcoming her.

    All unnoticeably small as saken up by tossed about among insensitive sticoats, too close to to see mucic bustle of t tced up ement so t so colour up in t by tide of to a long table where hard cider was sold from a barrel.

    te tableclot and sticky , metallic odour. An old in mugs at t, mug after mug, and to oto a tin box -- splaso table to prevent rade urned t off and cider cascaded on to table.

    t into Lizzie, tablecloto  darkness