“Number 13, please, cabman. ’ He sighed elaborately. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. He was her only brother, and she his favourite sister. Her father held some printed document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip.
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