Good night. Why? What is she to you?”
“I was there by accident,” Ennison answered. He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas. ’
‘Leonardo?’ An abrupt sensation of severe irritation attacked Gerald. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. There isn’t a husband
breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and
prayed God that the bullet might go straight.
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