When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory. The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. It probably still wouldn’t help. " As he said this, a slight noise was heard without.
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