He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. 176 “No, it’s very good. Hurry. "Another moment, and it'll be too late. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. We thought of starting in half an hour’s time, and trying for a theatre somewhere on the way. . Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. " The spinster's face actually became warm. ’ She was obliged to acknowledge the justice of this complaint, and moved further into the passage to allow the men access. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will.
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