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I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will
plunge it to my heart. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door,
disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. ’
It was thus in stony silence that the pair traversed the short distance to Stratton
Street, where Roding knocked on the major’s door and entered a pleasant woodpanelled hall, with his prisoner firmly in tow. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. “Do YOU go across the Park?”
“Not usually. "
"En-shad-ay. Homosexuals weren’t
looked too kindly upon in their exclusive suburban
neighborhood, not even dashing handsome ones.
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