He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. Your speaking of the trial brings the whole scene to my mind.
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