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other side of the black edifice there must be a great street, doubtless
the principal street of Southwark, one end of which ran into the
Canterbury road, and the other on to London Bridge.
All the length of the lane, except the cortège which surrounded
Gwynplaine, a watcher would have seen no other human face than the pale
profile of Ursus, hazarding a hall advance from the shadow of the corner
of the wall--looking, yet fearing to see. He had posted himself behind
the wall at a turn of the lane.
The constables grouped themselves before the wicket. Gwynplaine was in
the centre, the wapentake and his baton of iron being now behind him.
The justice of the quorum raised the knocker, and struck the door three
times. The loophole opened.
The justice of the quorum said,--
"
By order of her Majesty."
The heavy door of oak and iron turned on its hinges, making a chilly
opening, like the mouth of a cavern. A hideous depth yawned in the
shadow.
Ursus saw Gwynplaine disappear within it.
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