Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “Julian, I don’t know how to put this. "Don't ask me about it now. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. But his hand was withheld by Thames.
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