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When they went down, almost from the door a crowd gathered, pressing close, Harris' hands and front all red from O'Hara's throat; and when one policeman, big with the fact, whispered a gentleman: "You may have heard, sir, that the Regent was stabbed to-day it's been kept precious dark, but the fact's so: this is the beauty as done it", like loosened effluvia that news flew but distorted, largened the stains were Regent's blood! and beyond measure had the crowd spread ere it reached the Edgware Road.
And then words and names shone out of the confusion of letters that spun and whirled, like motes in the sunshine, before his dazzled eyes. "Valentine Hawkehurst, bachelor, author, Carlyle Terrace, Edgware Road, son of Arthur Hawkehurst, journalist; Charlotte Halliday, spinster, of the Lawn, Bayswater, daughter of Thomas Halliday, farmer." He read no more.
"Hassan lodges at a shop eighty yards away. The name is Haines, and there are newspaper placards outside the door." "That is quite enough," Pamela murmured. "As for Monsieur Joseph," Ferrani continued, "that is a different matter. He has, I understand, a small flat in Tower Mansions, Tower Street, leading off the Edgware Road. The number is 18C. So!" He wrote it down and passed it to her.
"This'll tike us rahnd Edgware?" asked the driver, wild-eyed, white-faced; and when my brother told him it would if he turned to the left, he whipped up at once without the formality of thanks. My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs.
How good it all was the flash of diamonds, the odour of costly flowers, the homage of well-bred men, the envy of other women. Oh! it was a delightful world after all that is when one did not have to exist in a flat near the Edgware Road. But Heaven be praised! thanks to Geoffrey's talents, there was an end of flats and misery.
She was reminded of her wanderings of evenings from "Dawes'," when, if not exploring Soho, she had often walked in this direction. Memories of those long-forgotten days, which now seemed so remote, assailed her at every step. Then she had believed herself to be unhappy. Directly she crossed Edgware Road, the pavement became more crowded.
"I can't believe it; There may be marks inside our rings that's likely enough. But how could those marks correspond with the marks in his rings?" "I tell you it is so!" answered Ayscough. "I've seen the marks in both with my own eyes. It occurred to one of our bosses this evening to have all the rings carefully examined by an expert he got a man from one of the jeweller's shops in Edgware Road.
"Thanks awfully." "Not at all. It's a great life." "It's a rotten death." "Possibly. Otherwise, you emerge from the infirmary to find that A Jump for Life has already left the Edgware Road for Reading and is eagerly expected at Stockton-on-Tees, that the company for which you work is paying twenty-seven percent and that rehearsals for Kicked to Death begin on Monday. However." I stopped.
"Well," said Bunting, "as you do know, I may as well tell you. The Avenger's moving West that's what he's doing. Last time 'twas King's Cross now 'tis the Edgware Road. I said he'd come our way, and he has come our way!" "You just go and get me that paper," she commanded. "I wants to see for myself."
Up the Edgware Road; past the junction with the Harrow Road that led to Keggo's street she only had for it the thought that it was weeks since she had seen Keggo, almost months; along broad Maida Vale and past the turning that led to the Sultana's with the corner where often the crocodile had huddled and she was so engrossed in her happy achievements that she passed it without thinking of it.
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