S. d the rain fell fast; ed leaning against row dark alleys near ng eaves' drops fell aked into his sleeve; felt his eye-balls exched; he could scarceit seemed pressed upon Arthur did not long attitude, for a ray of darkness of his mind: Mitating on the idea It was a cold, gloomy day, and the rain fell fast; yet Arthur Western remained leaning against the wall, in one of those narrow dark alleys near Newgate; the large plashing eaves' drops fell on his shoulder, till they soaked into his sleeve; still he did not stir; he felt his eye-balls expanded, and his throat parched; he could scarcely think, for a dead weight seemed pressed upon all his mental faculties. Arthur did not long remain in that gloomy attitude, for a ray of thought darted into the darkness of his mind: he still, however, stood meditating on the idea which had presented itself to him: at last, he decided; and walked quickly away. "No time must |