" The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. He was suddenly calm. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. He tried this sentence with expletives. But it seemed that their presence was not even suspected. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. Hastening to the church, he entered it by the very door near which his first crime had been committed. She knew she was a monster and so did they. He was the Napoleon of knavery, and established an uncontrolled empire over all the practitioners of crime.
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