The noose was at its throat when I called for help. "Thames!—Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. Martin's on Ludgate-hill, and Christchurch in Newgate Street, were also distinguishable. "Auntie?" he cried. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. He pressed his lips to her with a much greater force than she had anticipated. Wood resounded from below. " Broken pipes littered the floor, if that can be said to be littered, which, in the first instance, was a mass of squalor and filth.
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