“P. “Go to London,” said Ann Veronica. She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. His food lay untouched about his plate. The body of the edifice stood on the south side of Newgate Street, and projected at the western extremity far into the area opposite Saint Sepulchre's Church. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. Several people in the crowd seemed to be fighting. “I’ve been looking out for you,” he said. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it.
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