Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt. It must be some days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. It’s my other side of the moon. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. “Surely Lady Ennison would object, even if it were possible. "Let's try, at all events," returned the Amazon. “For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane.
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