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I wonder if the lady who called is the same lady we saw at the theatre -- '' And so on , and so on , all the way home by the Uxbridge Road , and Netting Hill , and then northward to the august retirement of Lady Samuelson 's large corner house in Ladbroke Square . For a deeply injured person Serena had really enjoyed herself very much . The burden of August , dense and heavy , lay upon London . Radiating outward in lifeless and dull-glaring sunshine , it involved the nearer suburbs ; so that Dominic Iglesias , sitting on a bench beside the roadway crossing Barnes Common , notwithstanding the hour -- past six o'clock -- and the open space surrounding him , found the atmosphere hardly less oppressive than that of the streets . The great world , which plays , had departed . The little world , outnumbering the great by some five or six millions , which works , remained . And Dominic Iglesias , since he too worked , remained likewise , sharing with it the burden of the August heat and languor ; and sharing also , to-day being Sunday , its weekly going forth over the face of the scorched and sun-seared land seeking rest , and , too often , finding none .