" "Can I trust him?" mused Jack. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. “In a sense—yes. “Ann Veronica is looking very well, don’t you think?” he said, a little awkwardly. He turned round to keep Anna out by force if possible, but he was too late. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. . The mighty concourse became for a moment still. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. I know that you were disappointed because I did not turn out to be the millionaire.
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