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It was quieter than ever there, and the lamps were fewer; altogether, it looked as dark and gloomy as a forest in winter. I had done about half the length of the street when I heard a door closed very softly, and naturally I looked up to see who was abroad like myself at such an hour. IT WAS QUIETER THAN EVER THERE AND THE LAMPS WERE FEWER ALTOGETHER IT LOOKED AS DARK AND GLOOMY AS A FOREST IN WINTER I HAD DONE ABOUT HALF THE LENGTH OF THE STREET WHEN I HEARD A DOOR CLOSED VERY SOFTLY AND NATURALLY I LOOKED OUT TO SEE WHO WAS ABROAD LIKE MYSELF AT SUCH AN HOUR
e, what I think I saw, and you can judge for yourself.” “Very good, Villiers.” The noise and clamour of the street had died away, though now and then the sound of shouting still came from the distance, and the dull, leaden silence seemed like the quiet after an earthquake or a storm. Villiers turned from the window and began speaking. “I was at a house near Regent’s Park last night, and when I came away the fancy took me to walk home instead of taking a hansom. It was a clear pleasant night enough, and after a few minutes I had the streets pretty much to myself. It’s a curious thing, Austin, to be alone in London at night, the gas-lamps stretching away in perspective, and the dead silence, and then perhaps the rush and clatter of a hansom on the stones, and the fire starting up under the horse’s hoofs. I walked along pretty briskly, for I was feeling a little tired of being out in the night, and as the clocks were striking two I turned down Ashley Street, which, you know, is on my way. LL YOU WHAT I SAW OR IF YOU PLEASE WHAT I THINK I SAW AND YOU CAN JUDGE FOR YOURSELF VERY GOOD VILLIERS THE NOISE AND CLAMOUR OF THE STREET HAD DIED AWAY THOUGH NOW AND THEN THE SOUND OF SHOUTING STILL CAME FROM THE DISTANCE AND THE DULL LEADEN SILENCE SEEMED LIKE THE QUIET AFTER AN EARTHQUAKE OR A STORM VILLIERS TURNED FROM THE WINDOW AND BEGAN SPEAKING I WAS AT A HOUSE NEAR REGENT'S PARK LAST NIGHT AND WHEN I CAME AWAY THE FANCY TOOK ME TO WALK HOME INSTEAD OF TAKING A HANSOM IT WAS A CLEAR PLEASANT NIGHT ENOUGH AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES I HAD THE STREETS PRETTY MUCH TO MYSELF IT'S A CURIOUS THING AUSTIN TO BE ALONE IN LONDON AT NIGHT THE GAS LAMP STRETCHING AWAY IN PERSPECTIVE AND THE DEAD SILENCE AND THEN PERHAPS THE RUSH AND CLATTER OF A HANSOM ON THE STONES AND THE FIRE STARTING UP UNDER THE HORSES HOOFS I WALKED ALONG PRETTY BRISKLY FOR I WAS FEELING A LITTLE TIRED OF BEING OUT IN THE NIGHT AND AS THE CLOCKS WERE STRIKING TWO I TURNED DOWN ASHLEY STREET WHICH YOU KNOW IS ON MY WAY
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