About the Abbey
and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their
attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster,
hummed like an angry hive. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents,
the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a
filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering
unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had
rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a
smile crossed them. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a
hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by
way of transition. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. "I will at once convince you of the truth of my
assertions, and ascertain whether the enemy really is at hand. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. Because she states
her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact
that she is right. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because
Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. gutenberg.
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