There was no one at home, and I was coming away when I saw that the door was open. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. “Stop,” he said. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed.
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