. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. Dashing through the open door, he crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into a narrow court on the opposite side of the way, and was out of sight in a minute, baffling all pursuit. . ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. Some of their specimens—wonderfully selected, wonderfully got up. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. I wanted the magic of love. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. He was caressing an idea. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door.
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