A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. ‘That’s my pet name.
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