There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. You yourself, I am sure, recognize how impossible you have made it for me now to do anything of the sort. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. " At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go.
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