ToC
Jack Sheppard, after whistling to Blueskin, hurried down a short thoroughfare
leading from Wych Street to the back of Saint Clement's Church, where he found
Thames Darrell, who advanced to meet him. "I do," replied Sheppard. With the usual precautions, Austin then departed. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. And don't neglect my instructions this time. ’
The footman did not object, but it was plain he felt he was neglecting his duty,
for he emitted an admonitory cough, causing the captain to pause in his way to
the library across the hall.
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