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fact is," said the Vicar, "this is no world for Angels."

The blinds had not been drawn, and the twilight outer world under an overcast sky seemed unspeakably grey and cold. The Angel sat at table in dejected silence. His inevitable departure had been proclaimed. Since his presence hurt people and made the Vicar wretched he acquiesced in the justice of the decision, but what would happen to him after his plunge he could not imagine. Something very disagreeable certainly.

"There is the violin," said the Vicar. "Only after our experience"

"I must get you clothes—a general outfit Dear me! you don't understand railway travelling! And coinage! Taking lodgings! Eating-houses! I must come up at least and see you settled. Get work for you. But an Angel in London! Working for his living! That grey