But it was only six-thirty. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. Although Martha did not know it, she had her pistol and her daggers, and her knife. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. She was looking anxiously at the entrance to the restaurant.
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