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• 1and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
• 2But I had not only read of such beings, I had encountered
• 3to Fleet Street. He sauntered easily along, a nonchalant
• 4the heavy door, stepped through and closed it behind him.
• 5The wide heavens about her seemed to promise a greater
• 6Was it that I detected something familiar in her carriage,
• 7He glanced significantly to his left. Following the glance,
• 8Was it a shirking of plain duty on my part that wish—that
• 9Into the disc of light, leaped, fantastic, the witch figure
• 10to Fleet Street. He sauntered easily along, a nonchalant
• 11I suppose my action was very amateurish and very poor detective
• 12and into the ghostly precincts of the Museum. He did not
• 13of an ancient tertiary epoch) of which these islands are
• 14Some four feet from the bottom of the blind (or five feet
• 15this morning that he had booked two first-class sailings
• 16there might be a third party interested in the slipper.
• 17sought her out. She did not know that he had even better
• 18forward and raised the blind—that toward which the slipper
• 19useless weapons. Perhaps Hassan's campaign was entering
• 20A fear of what it might hold possessed him, and he turned
• 21resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony
• 22interest in its welfare. I cannot explain this. Across
• 23my eyes fell upon the lean American; he was peering into
• 24well out of earshot, his voice was suddenly arrested. His
• 25and he pulled up short, for, instinctively, he knew that
• 26slipper! Where the other exhibits lay either in utter darkness
• 27who ventured to lay hand upon the holy, bloody thing. Well
• 28a league of fantastic assassins in the heart of the metropolis.
• 29tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way
• 30midway between the case and the first easterly window lay
• 31me, my blood seemed to turn to water. I stood rooted to
• 32A fear of what it might hold possessed him, and he turned
• 33the ray of light from Max's lamp impinged upon the opening
• 34Then, knowing how I had failed in my plain duty to my fellow-men—how,
• 35wholly unable to sleep. Many relics have curious histories,
• 36that recollection to this day sometimes breaks my sleep,
• 37damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
• 38Perhaps the girl with the violet eyes was another. What
• 39and bent over a glass case. Some yellow newspaper cuttings
• 40Mostyn was keenly alarmed; he knew that he must enter at
• 41and he pulled up short, for, instinctively, he knew that
• 42the flashing glance of the violet eyes—for it was she—the
• 43I stepped over to the door, where a constable stood on
• 44and into the ghostly precincts of the Museum. He did not
• 45pouring into the cave of the dragon through the open door
• 46Do you wonder that I feared? Do you wonder that I hoped
• 47whom properly it belonged, I experienced at times a curious
• 48order to prevent his growth! You cannot conceive of his
• 49then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further
• 50an adder, and is more venomous in its death-throes than