On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. And if she is not a nun, nor a refugee, and yet is entirely English, I’m hanged if I know what she is. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. ‘In the bookroom, sir,’ answered the man, his eyes round as they took in the furious beauty at the visitor’s side. Soup would help you feel better, soup and hot tea. "What do you want with me?" "A word in private," replied the other.
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