It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. " "What do you mean, Sir?" asked Trenchard. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen.
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