I've watched this lad—this
Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little
about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. . What I said about your brat was all stuff. She looked around her. 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. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor
man!
She felt very restless and excited. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. The thief-taker's throat
was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and
cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to
his glances. And then her pace slackened. "
"You might trust me," said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but never mind.
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