CHAPTER III

THE GAY ROMANTICS “Curs’d from the cradle and awry they come Masking their torment from a world at ease; On eyes of dark entreaty, vague and dumb, They bear the stigma of their souls’ disease.” I remember nothing of that horrible journey from Exeter to Waterloo. It passed as a bad dream passes, and I awoke from it in London. As has happened to others in the history of that city, I found that, in such circumstances, London was a very large place, and myself a very …