" "If my dignity must be purchased by the loss of you, I renounce it," cried Thames. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. "Take this key to Baptist Kettleby. “What are you doing?” He cried. At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. ‘Never mind where.
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