And, turning to his daughter, he gave the
necessary directions in a low tone. But when they were on their way out
he whispered in Anna’s ear. "Like a hero," answered Austin. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon
insolence and defiance. The Return. Now
do you see his motive?"
"I see nothing but your danger," replied his mother, tenderly. 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.
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