She attacked his hair
resolutely. “I knew Mr. I've a couple of
kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee
somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. "Enough!" cried Jonathan, eagerly pocketing the memorandum. He had heard this talk before. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or
whatever she came in. 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. So, adroitly and
patiently, he pulled Ruth apart; that is, he plucked forth a little secret here,
another there, until he had quite a substantial array.
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