"Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames this fine night," observed Ben. Capes looked at one and not over one, spoke to one, treated one as a visible concrete fact. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. The lady had disappeared. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. The carpenter did not hesitate a moment. ‘It’s my belief she is a nun.
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