You are the woman I love, Anna. From the first I
could see that neither believed my story. 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. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly,
one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. Ought she to walk into some of these
places and tell them what she could do? She hesitated at the window of a
shipping-office in Cockspur Street and at the Army and Navy Stores, but decided
that perhaps there would be some special and customary hour, and that it would
be better for her to find this out before she made her attempt. ‘Very wise,’ commented Gerald. "Mr.
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