“It was very tiring. ‘Major Gerald Alderley, I arrest you in the name of the King. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. 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. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back.
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