“Oh Christ! How old were you?”
“Just—well, I was young. I find it impossible to associate you with—my
little friend of the ‘Ambassador’s. It took a
deal of thought to cast a comprehensive cable, for it had to include where
Spurlock was, what he was doing, and the fact that O'Higgins's letter of credit
would not now carry him and Spurlock to San Francisco. 155
The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Admire her as
much as you choose—at a distance. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as
foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from
Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. The windows
were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance
of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his
huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly
demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate.
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