Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. That was life. It may here be mentioned that this gate,
destined to bequeath its name—a name, which has since acquired a terrible
significance,—to every successive structure erected upon its site, was granted, in
1400, by charter by Henry the Sixth to the citizens of London, in return for their
royal services, and thenceforth became the common jail to that city and the
county of Middlesex. On that night, an extraordinary event occurred, which convinced the authorities
that every precaution must be taken in conducting Jack to Tyburn,—a fact of
which they had been previously made aware, though scarcely to the same extent,
by the riotous proceedings near Westminster Hall. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the
doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not
visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. It was
warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. But he. Besides
——”
She stopped short. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side
started putting in overtime. Probably his first
serious bout with John Barleycorn.
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