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. It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. It is to take place to-night. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there.
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