At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Goopes disconcerted the Alderman a little by abruptly challenging the roguish-looking young man in the orange tie (who, it seemed, was the assistant editor of New Ideas) upon a critique of Nietzsche and Tolstoy that had appeared in his paper, in which doubts had been cast upon the perfect sincerity of the latter. Another horseman followed quickly at the heels of the first; but just as he passed the spot where Jack stood, his steed missed its footing, and fell. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour.
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