"I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. She pointed. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. He talked about his driver's license, how he would soon inherit his older brother's BMW. She described it so vividly. “It isn’t fair. It was so easy to forget the imminent threats of being discovered during times of peace. Near to these hopeful youths sat a fence, or receiver, bargaining with a clouter, or pickpocket, for a suit,—or, to speak in more intelligible language, a watch and seals, two cloaks, commonly called watch-cases, and a wedge-lobb, otherwise known as a silver snuff-box. He was always doing his best to call her attention to the fact that he was a man of spirit and quality and experience, and she a young and beautiful woman, and that all sorts of constructions upon their relationship were possible, trusting her to go on from that to the idea that all sorts of relationships were possible. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury.
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