1. ”
He could feel a small bump where he knew a cavity of
smooth flesh should reside. Immediately the
"boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to
clear the way. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. But
the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. But her temper almost flared
again when the sergeant spoke. “You’re not
interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. Moreover, he's a Yale
University man, and he'd be good company. ”
Part 2
Miss Stanley emerged from the study and stood watching Ann Veronica
descend.
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