She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. “It is just six o’clock now. The gentleman didn't communicate his business to me. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. I’ll drive you home once my buzz goes away. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated.
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