"No, Sir Rowland," replied the attendant, "as you proposed to ride to Saint Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. And they’ll shut the gates presently. " "Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself.
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