“And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. " Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly. I know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. By policemen one mustn’t shock.
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