About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Mr. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage.
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