"Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. ToC
Jack Sheppard, after whistling to Blueskin, hurried down a short thoroughfare
leading from Wych Street to the back of Saint Clement's Church, where he found
Thames Darrell, who advanced to meet him. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. I
hope—I am sure that he did not see me. Was
the young lady impatient for experience? Was she adventurous? As a man of the
world he did not think it becoming to accept maidenly calm as anything more
than a mask. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had
previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Anna leaned forward, watching the people in the streets. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know
that I have borrowed it.
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