Foreign News: The Hand of Spring

The Cockney's street barrows were bright with yellow jonquils. In Soho Square the hedges turned from sooty brown to impetuous green. The stark winter skeletons of the trees in Hyde Park were smudged by swollen buds; purple crocuses pushed up in the rain. It was spring in London.

Along the stately crescent of Regent Street the Londoner stepped out briskly without his winter rubbers. He wore his beige raincoat and had his umbrella at the ready, but he swung it; the air was soft and the lengthening days were heady. He forgot to notice...

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