She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. She could tell that he was furious in that instant. Hell's curses! that after all my precautions I should be thus entrapped. Don't unman him. She looked around her. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. Wood, sharply. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper.
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