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"With old Sir Mungo Malagrowther," said the oracular dame, "he was trimmed in my Benjamin's shop in his way to the city." "Pshaw! the frightful old mouldy skeleton!" said the damsel. "Indeed you say true, my dear," replied the confidant, "it is a shame to him to be out of Saint Pancras's charnel-house, for I know no other place he is fit for, the foul-mouthed old railer. He said to my husband "

Then the mass went on; and the new priest, kneeling with Dom Anthony at a little bench set at the foot of the altar steps, repeated aloud with the bishop the words of the liturgy from the great painted missal lying before him. How strange it had been too when all was over! He stood by a pillar in the nave, beneath St. Pancras's image, while all came to receive his blessing.

Pancras's Bridge, a swinging sign over an inn with Queen Katharine's face erased, but plainly visible under Ann Boleyn's, the tall mound beyond the Priory crowned by a Calvary, and the roof of the famous dove-cote of the Priory, a great cruciform structure with over two thousand cells.

There was question of imprisonment and escape, and though she did not know the time of the train, she strained her eyes for St. Pancras's clock. Then the clock of King's Cross swung into sight, a second moon in that infernal sky, and her cab drew up at the station. There was a train for Hilton in five minutes. She took a ticket, asking in her agitation for a single.

God help the women who, for those belonging to them husbands, fathers, brothers, lovers, sons have ever so tenderly to apologize. When they came in sight of St. Pancras's Church, Ascott said, suddenly, "I think you'll knew your way now, Aunt Hilary." "Certainly. Why?" "Because you wouldn't be vexed if I left you?

Hilary roused herself, and bent her mind steadily on lodgings till she discovered one from the parlor of which you could see the trees of Burton Crescent and hear the sound of Saint Pancras's clock. "I think we may do here at least for a while," said she cheerfully; and then Elizabeth heard her inquiring if an extra bedroom could be had if necessary. There was only one small attic.

In the only despondent letter ever sent to his mother, he wrote of having stumbled into an open grave one day while walking in St. Pancras's Churchyard. The Angells, touched with his poverty and distress, kindly offered him food, which, except in one instance, he declined.