"I've known him all my life," replied the other. But for me it doesn’t matter. The concourse extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds.
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