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"
Where
are
we
going
now
?
"
"
Clerkenwell
first
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
After
that
we
’
ll
see
about
getting
you
same
more
clothes
.
Bond
Street
for
them
,
if
you
like
,
but
Clerkenwell
first
.
"
"
But
why
Clerkenwell
—
?
Good
heavens
!
"
She
might
well
exclaim
.
We
bad
turned
a
corner
to
see
the
street
seventy
yards
ahead
of
us
filled
with
people
.
They
were
coming
toward
us
at
a
stumbling
run
,
with
their
arms
outstretched
before
them
.
A
mingled
crying
and
screaming
came
from
them
.
Even
as
we
came
into
sight
of
them
a
woman
at
the
front
tripped
and
fell
;
others
tumbled
over
her
,
and
she
disappeared
beneath
a
kicking
,
struggling
heap
.
Beyond
the
mob
we
had
a
glimpse
of
the
cause
of
it
all
:
three
dark
-
leaved
stems
swaying
beyond
the
panic
-
stricken
beads
.
I
accelerated
and
swung
off
into
a
byroad
.
Josella
turned
a
terrified
face
.
"
Did
—
did
you
see
what
that
was
?
They
were
driving
them
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
’
s
why
we
are
going
to
Clerkenwell
.
There
’
s
a
place
there
that
makes
the
best
triffid
guns
and
masks
in
the
world
.
"
We
worked
back
again
and
picked
up
our
intended
route
,
but
we
did
not
find
the
clear
run
I
had
hoped
for
.
Near
King
’
s
Cross
Station
there
were
many
more
people
on
the
streets
.
Even
with
a
hand
on
the
horn
it
grew
increasingly
difficult
to
get
along
.
In
front
of
the
station
itself
it
became
impossible
.
Why
there
should
have
been
such
crowds
in
that
place
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
All
the
people
in
the
district
seemed
to
have
converged
upon
it
.
We
could
not
get
through
them
,
and
a
glance
behind
showed
that
it
would
be
almost
as
hopeless
to
fly
to
go
back
.
Those
we
bad
passed
had
already
closed
in
on
our
track
.
"
Get
out
,
quick
!
"
I
said
.
"
I
think
they
’
re
after
us
.
"
