In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. " "That's the way it goes. But it’s only now I’m able to do it. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. ’ He scratched his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he could see of her face.
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