She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. He followed. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. She pulled, he rose to his feet. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore.
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