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I scarcely recognized Mr. Cullen when he first accosted me in the courtyard of the Milan. At no time of distinguished appearance, a certain carelessness of dress and gait had brought him now almost on a level with the loafer in the street. His clothes needed brushing, he was unshaved, and he looked altogether very much in need of a bath and a new outfit.
"May I have a word with you, Mr. Walmsley? " he asked, standing in the middle of the pavement in front of me and blocking my progress toward the Strand.