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. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. I am a man—of a sort of experience. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey.
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