This book is a fiction romance novel that tells a beautiful love story. As the streets that lead from the Strand to the Embankment are very slim, it's better no longer to walk down them arm-in-arm. If you persevere, lawyers' clerks will have to make flying leaps into the mud, young female typists will have to fidget in the back of you. In the streets of London wherein beauty is going unregarded, eccentricity must pay the penalty, and it is higher no longer to be very tall, to put on a long blue cloak, or to conquer the air together with your left hand.
One afternoon in the beginning of October whilst the traffic was turning brisk a tall guy strode alongside the edge of the pavement with a lady on his arm. Angry glances struck upon their backs.