My grew rather than diminished in the days immediately before her marriage, and that day itself stands out by itself in my memory, a day of wandering and unrest. My imagination me with thoughts of Justin as a perpetual privileged wooer.  
Well, well,—I will not tell you, I will not write the ugly mockeries my imagination up. I was constantly on the of talking and cursing aloud to myself, or striking aimlessly at nothing with fists. I was too stupid to leave London, too disturbed for work or any of my mind. I wandered about the streets of London all day. In the morning I came near going to the church and making some interruptions. And I remember discovering three or four carriages with white favors and a little waiting crowd outside that extinguisher-spired place at the top of Regent Street, and wondering for a moment or so at their common preoccupation, and then understanding. Of course, another marriage! Of all devilish institutions!
 
What was I to do with my life now? What was to become of my life? I can still recall the sense of blank unanswerableness with which these questions dominated my mind, and associated with it is an effect of myself as a small human being, singular and apart, wandering through a number of London landscapes. At one time I was in a great grey smoke-rimmed autumnal space of park, much cut up by railings and worn by cricket pitches, far away from any idea of the Thames, and in the distance over the tops of trees I discovered perplexingly the clustering masts and spars of ships. I have never seen that place since. Then the Angel at Islington is absurdly mixed up with the of this day. I attempted some great thence, and found myself with a dumb returning to the place from another direction. I remember too a wide street over which passes a thundering railway bridge borne upon rounded pillars of iron, and carrying in white and blue some big advertisement, I think of the Daily Telegraph. Near there I thought a crowd was gathered about the victim of some accident, and thrusting myself among the people with a vague idea of help, discovered a man selling a remedy for corns. And somewhere about this north region I discovered I was faint with hunger, and got some bread and cheese and beer in a decorated saloon bar with a sanded floor. I resisted a impulse to stay in that place and drink myself into inactivity and stupefaction with beer.
 
Then for a long time I sat upon an iron seat near some flower beds in a kind of garden that had the headstones of graves arranged in a row against a yellow brick wall. The place was flooded with the sunshine of a September afternoon. I shared the seat with a nursemaid in charge of a perambulator and several scuffling uneasy children, and I kept repeating to myself: "By now it is all over. The thing is done."
 
My sense of the enormity of London increased with the , and began to prevail a little against my intense personal wretchedness. I remember wa............