"Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. ” “Don’t say that,” Sydney begged. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a child thinks clearly. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. Griffin, who held the same office in Westminster Gatehouse were left in the Lodge. He came over to me. As they approached London Bridge, the thief-taker whispered Van Galgebrok, who acted as steersman, to make for a particular arch—near the Surrey shore.
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