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Her back had stiffened, and
her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg
himself at the broadsword. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. But it was under false names, so I dare say it ain’t valid. She tried to be casual. There were so many things about her which he could not
understand. The Widgett mental
furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised,
fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. "
The course of the carpenter's meditations was here interrupted by a loud note of
lamentation from the child, who, disturbed by the transfer, and not receiving the
gentle solace to which he was ordinarily accustomed, raised his voice to the
utmost, and exerted his feeble strength to escape.
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