"I can, and will. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a
grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. One of the coolies held the paper
lantern. It was
exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the
House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone
to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows
arching as he looked at her with puerile glee.
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