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Limehouse and Ratcliff Highway are both something like it, but they give you a very faint idea of Mudfog. There are a great many more public-houses in Mudfog—more than in Ratcliff Highway and Limehouse put together. The public buildings, too, are very imposing.
K Division's explanation, too, that there were no less than eighty Chinamen resident in and about Limehouse whose names either began or ended with Sin, he looked upon as a paltry evasion. That very morning he had awakened from a species of nightmare wherein 719 had affected the arrest of Kazmah and Mrs. Sin and had rescued Mrs. Irvin from the clutches of the former.
But though the committee was uninteresting to Mr. Vigil, it was not so to the speculative inhabitants of Limehouse, or to the credulous shopkeepers of Rotherhithe. On the evening of the day on which Mr.
On my beat again, and close to Limehouse Church, its termination, I found myself near to certain 'Lead-Mills. Struck by the name, which was fresh in my memory, and finding, on inquiry, that these same lead-mills were identified with those same lead-mills of which I made mention when I first visited the East London Children's Hospital and its neighbourhood as Uncommercial Traveller, I resolved to have a look at them.
As regards simple absence of joy, Hoxton, Haggerston, Pentonville, Clerkenwell, or Kentish Town, might contend, and have a fair chance of success, with any portion whatever of the East-end proper. But, then, around Mile End lie Stepney, Whitechapel, Bethnal Green, the Cambridge Road, the Commercial Road, Bow, Stratford, Shadwell, Limehouse, Wapping, and St. George's-in-the-East.
I think there is something so magnificently wicked-looking about a pigtail and the very name of Limehouse thrills me to the soul!" That fixity of purpose which had enabled Rita to avoid the cunning snares set for her feet and to snatch triumph from the very cauldron of shame without burning her fingers availed her not at all in dealing with Mrs. Sin.
"He may follow the Surrey bank up-stream." "I suggest," said Kerry, "that we drift. Once in Limehouse Reach we'll hear him. There are no pleasure parties punting about that stretch." "Let us pull out, then. I propose that we wait for him at some convenient point between the West India Dock and Limehouse Basin." "Good," rapped Kerry, thrusting the boat out into the fierce current.
The shadowed ways of Limehouse ceased to exist for him, and in spirit he stood once more in a queer, climbing, sunbathed street of Gibraltar looking out across that blue ribbon of the Straits to where the African coast lay hidden in the haze. "I never knew," he said aloud. And one meeting this man who hurried along and muttered to himself must have supposed him to be mad. "I never knew.
He threw it down, and fell to pacing the room again. "Where did you find him exactly?" he asked. "Limehouse Reach under Commercial Dock Pier exactly an hour ago." "And you last saw him at eight o'clock last night?" to Weymouth. "Eight to a quarter past." "You think he has been dead nearly twenty-four hours, Petrie?" "Roughly, twenty-four hours," I replied.
He trusted himself no further, but, clapping his hat on his head, walked out to the waiting cab. "Back to Limehouse police station," he directed rapidly. "Lor lumme!" muttered the taximan. "Where are you goin' to after that, guv'nor? It's a bit off the map." "I'm going to hell!" rapped Kerry, suddenly thrusting his red face very near to that of the speaker. "And you're going to drive me!"
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