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![]() Topic: vans caps but thankGod it was not what I fearedPosted: May 04 2013 at 5:56pm |
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and wheels outside. NowMiss Summerson said he we are off if you please! He gave me his arm and the two officers courteously bowed me outand we found at the door a phaeton or barouche with a postilion andpost horses. Mr. Bucket handed me in and took his own seat on thebox. The man in uniform whom he had sent to fetch this equipagethen handed him up a dark lantern at his request and when he hadgiven a few directions to the driver we rattled away. I was far from sure that I was not in a dream. We rattled withgreat rapidity through such a labyrinth of streets that I soon lostall idea where we were except that we had crossed and re-crossedthe river and still seemed to be traversing a low-lyingwaterside dense neighbourhood of narrow thoroughfares chequered bydocks and basins high piles of warehouses swing-bridges andmasts of ships. At length we stopped at the corner of a littleslimy turning which the wind from the river rushing up it didnot purify; and I saw my companion by the light of his lantern inconference with several men who looked like a mixture of police andsailors. Against the mouldering wall by which they stood therewas a bill on which I could discern the words Found Drowned and this and an inscription about drags possessed me with the awfulsuspicion shadowed forth in our visit to that place. I had no need to remind myself that I was not there by theindulgence of any feeling of mine to increase the difficulties ofthe search or to lessen its hopes or enhance its delays. Iremained quiet but what I suffered in that dreadful spot I nevercan forget,vans caps. And still it was like the horror of a dream. A manyet dark and muddy in long swollen sodden boots and a hat likethem was called out of a boat and whispered with Mr. Bucket whowent away with him down some slippery steps--as if to look atsomething secret that he had to show. They came back wiping theirhands upon their coats after turning over something wet; but thankGod it was not what I feared,discount vans shoes! After some further conference Mr. Bucket whom everybody seemed toknow and defer to went in with the others at a door and left me inthe carriage while the driver walked up and down by his horses towarm himself. The tide was coming in as I judged from the soundit made and I could hear it break at the end of the alley with alittle rush towards me. It never did so--and I thought it did sohundreds of times in what can have been at the most a quarter ofan hour and probably was less--but the thought shuddered throughme that it would cast my mother at the horses' feet. Mr. Bucket came out again exhorting the others to be vigilantdarkened his lantern and once more took his seat. Don't you bealarmed Miss Summerson on account of our coming down here hesaid turning to me. I only want to have everything in train andto know that it is in train by looking after it myself. Get on mylad,vans skate! We appeared to retrace the way we had come. Not that I had takennote of any particular objects in my perturbed state of mind butjudging from the general character of the streets. We called atanother office or stati
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