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Her sense followed the shoulders under his
coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the
table. At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters. But it was now too late to turn
back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured
after his conductor. Only now it does not matter at all because
Joan has come and has seen me. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. ‘Do not beg his pardon,’ intervened Melusine quickly, coming between them. The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. Perhaps she did love research for its
own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. She looked at him as
he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s
door. He boasted of her ability to learn to men who were a
stone’s throw from having the power of the pope himself.
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