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“It’s the warming up of the year, the coming of the light mornings, the way in which everything begins to run about and begin new things. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. 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. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. On examining his pockets, he found about twenty guineas in gold, and some silver. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people.
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