The Doom of London

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Something was whimpering and groveling about his feet.

He called upon Grimfern, and the last replied in his ear. Cynthia was crying sadly and weakly. A few ladies there were past that.

“For the good of Heaven mention to us what we are to do,” Grimfern wheezed. “I compliment myself that I know London well, however I was unable to discover my route home in this.”