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\"Good morning, Lucy\". The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. ’ Emile reached out both hands and grasped her shoulders. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. Engines were brought to play upon Wild's premises, and upon the adjoining houses. "Ruth?" he called. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs, carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge.
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