Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. There was no answer. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. It was years before your time. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. The gong will go at seven-thirty. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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