When they had come within speech (which was just under the maid's eyes) the older man bowed and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. And as she so sat she became aware of an aged and beautiful gentleman with white hair, drawing near along the lane and advancing to meet him, another and very small gentleman, to whom at first she paid less attention. Never (she used to say, with streaming tears, when she narrated that experience), never had she felt more at peace with all men or thought more kindly of the world. It seems she was romantically given, for she sat down upon her box, which stood immediately under the window, and fell into a dream of musing. Although a fog rolled over the city in the small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and the lane, which the maid's window overlooked, was brilliantly lit by the full moon. A maid servant living alone in a house not far from the river, had gone up-stairs to bed about eleven. Chapter 4: The Carew Murder Case NEARLY a year later, in the month of October, 18-, London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity and rendered all the more notable by the high position of the victim.
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