Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement. 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. " "I wish you did have some faults, Ruth. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. " "Come, my disconsolate darlings," cried Austin, "it only wants five minutes to six.
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