Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense. I hope I may never come near her. ‘Sapristi. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. ” She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated.
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