There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. Whoever chose to incur the risk of so doing might enter the Mint at any hour; but no one was suffered to depart without giving a satisfactory account of himself, or producing a pass from the Master.
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