Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. ” “I should have his head on a platter!” Sebastian exclaimed dramatically. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. It would seem, from the attention which he evidently bestowed upon the hidden and complex machinery of the grand system of villany at work around him, that his chief object in taking up his quarters in the Mint, must have been to obtain some private information respecting the habits and practices of its inhabitants, to be turned to account hereafter. “I’ll ruin your suit. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage.
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