In Sight of St. Paul's — page 255: what you’re looking at

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250 LIGHT AT LAST. “She has gone into St. Paul’s, there to wait and pray.’’ ‘‘Shall I bring her to you?”’ asked Gillie. “No, no,’? replied Tom, quickly. ‘I will go to her: Followed by his sister and Fletcher, he made his way out of the crowded court-room, not without difh- culty, however, as there were many who desired to congratulate him upon his escape from an unjust ac- cusation. At last, however, the trio found themselves hurry- ing up the broad flagging that led to the side entrance of the cathedral. At the door stood Inspector Clarkson, who caught Tom’s hand in acrushing clasp. The kind-hearted police officer was genuinely delighted at the result of the trial, for he had formed a strong attachment for the young man he had been forced to arrest. Tom thanked the inspector, and then motioning the others to wait for him, he entered the Cathedral alone. There was a special service going on, a service for the benefit of the various charity schools. There were boys in knee-breeches with pewter badges on their coats, and little girls in blue and orange with quaint little white mob caps and white sleeves cover- ing their arms. ecomicbooks:co m