“When are you going away?” He asked. A large body of the constables of Westminster next made their appearance, the chief of whom entered the Lodge, where they were speedily joined by the civic authorities. “Odd!” he remarked, rather surprisingly, after a little interval. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony.
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