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Gillray, after trying various publishers Kent, Brown, Holland of Oxford Street, Fores of Piccadilly seems to have settled down with Humphrey, first in the Strand, then in Bond Street, and later St. James Street, whose shop-windows became famed for his prints.
At this stage of his journey Johnson recorded: 'There are more beggars than I have ever seen in England; they beg, if not silently, yet very modestly. Piozzi Letters, i. 122. See ante, p. 75, note 1. Duncan's monument; a huge column on the roadside near Fores, more than twenty feet high, erected in commemoration of the final retreat of the Danes from Scotland, and properly called Swene's Stone.
It did not occur to Rachel that she was doing aught but a very natural and proper thing. The non-appearance of Louis Fores was causing disquiet, and her simple aim was to shorten the period of anxiety. Nor did it occur to her that she was impulsive. Something had to be done, and she had done something. Not much longer could she have borne the suspense.
But she could not hold her thoughts. A voice was continually whispering to her not Louis Fores' voice, but a voice within herself, that she had never clearly heard before. Alternatively she scorned it and trembled at it. She stopped in front of the huge window of Wason's Provision Emporium. "Is this the first house of call?" asked Louis airily, swinging the reticule and his stick together.
"Eh, missis!" breathed Mrs. Tams. "What's this?" Rachel gave a nervous laugh. "I was up. Mr. Fores was asleep, and I had to do something, so I thought " "Has he had a good night, ma'am?" "Fair. Yes, pretty good. I must run up and see if he is awake." Mrs. Tams saw the stains on Rachel's cheeks, but she could not mention them. Rachel had an impulse to fall on Mrs. Tams' enormous breast and weep.
And amid all the wild confusion in her brain one little thought flashed clear and was gone: the wastefulness of paying for a whole night's entertainment and then only getting ten minutes of it! She met Louis Fores high up Bycars Lane, about a hundred yards below Mrs. Maldon's house. She saw some one come out of the gate of the house, and heard the gate clang in the distance.
I'm your lady help, and he's your nephew at least, he's your great-nephew, and it's your house he comes to. I can't help being in the house, can I? If you're thinking about last night, well, Mr. Fores called to see how you were getting on, and I was just going out to do some shopping. He walked down with me. I suppose I needn't tell you I didn't ask him to walk down with me. He asked me.
"I was thinking perhaps Mr. Fores wouldn't mind " She did not explain that her failure to fasten the window had been more or less deliberate, since, while actually tugging at the window, she had been visited by the sudden delicious thought: "How nice it would be to ask Louis Fores to do this hard thing for me!" And now she had asked him. "Certainly!"
I've never seen a girl I thought better of. And I don't think I could die in peace if I thought Louis was going to cause you any trouble after I'm gone. No, I couldn't die in peace if I thought that." And Rachel, intimately moved, thought: "She has saved me from something dreadful!" And she cast out from her mind all the multitudinous images of Louis Fores that were there.
She knew it must be the hand of Louis Fores that had tapped, and she could feel her heart beating. She flew on tiptoe to the front door, and cautiously opened it. At the same moment Louis sprang from the narrow space between the street railings and the bow window on to the steps. He raised his hat with the utmost grace.
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