Gosse had moved forward, his pistol arm out straight, his aim true, the gun cocked. " Starting at a rapid pace in the direction of the Old Bailey, and crossing Fleet Bridge, "for oyster tubs renowned," the trio skirted the right bank of the muddy stream until they reached Fleet Lane, up which they hurried. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. Home!— which I never hoped to see again. We can’t.
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