’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. . She wouldn't be able to pass by anywhere without folks turning their heads. Then, as she was in the act of turning reluctantly away, she noticed a thin crack between the door and the frame. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Or felt it. "It's of no use," observed Thames quietly, but with a look that chilled the little damsel's heart;—"my resolution is taken. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. ” He pushed her a dozen yards along the greasy pavement with flat, well-trained hands that there seemed to be no opposing.
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