A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. With a faint view of overtaking them the pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. “Mr. The Hospital St. No, don’t interrupt me. A hansom stopped a little way off. He has taken more than one step towards the gallows already. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square.
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