“Then assuredly!” said Manning. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. I must break open the door. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. Some had the dignity and the aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me.
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