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Night was falling as, turning out of St Ja Charles Street and so, by way of the Strand,

towards Blackfriars He wore a long, befrogged surtout buttoned up

to the chin, though the weather arm, and his hat was dra

over his brows; also in place of his tasselled walking-cane he

carried a heavy stick

For the first half mile or so he kept his eyes well about hiht, and so walked

on, lost in glooe he was quite unaware of one who followed hiliding, furtive figure, and

one who also ith coat buttoned high and face hidden beneath

shadowy hat-brim

On strode Barnabas, all unconscious, with his hts of Cleone and the sudden, unaccustomed doubt in himself and

his future that had co a dirty street of squalid,

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co life

Yes, a dark street this, with here and there a flickering lamp, that

served but to htedof soled cla,