When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs, carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. “I might go home, I don’t know. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. You're rich. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. “I gave your name. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. “I find the two inseparable. I guess we could go for a ride.
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