"Sir Rowland must be gone. ” “I thought so,” Courtlaw said. I trust that she will not misunderstand me. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present.
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