X PROMENADE: LEICESTER SQUARE
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Like sweet princesses, stately, with soft glance, Faint smile thrown backward and a questioning eye, The insolent beauties capture and entrance Pleasure’s weak worshippers, or pass them by. Lonely among them is an alien face— Less calm, less dignified, but no less fair— A mouth whose corners droop with their disgrace: O tarnished gold, and glory of despair!