She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. The body of the edifice stood on the south side of Newgate Street, and projected at the western extremity far into the area opposite Saint Sepulchre's Church. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. "Arrest!" vociferated Wood. ” 209 Clotilde was no fool. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. At the farther end of the Lodge, the floor was raised to the height of a couple of steps; whence the whole place, with the exception of the remotest corner of the angle before-mentioned, could be commanded at a single glance.
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