— XV —THE DAY AFTER
Campion opened his heavy eyes to find the blue light of morning streaming in through the glass pane of his cell-door; c***s were crowing lustily from neighbouring back gardens, vendors were crying mackerel in the streets outside, milk-cans were clattering, and boys whistling — the suburb was awaking with its usual short-lived cheerfulness.
All these familiar sounds jarred hideously upon Campion just then; they heralded his humiliation. In another two hours or so he would be standing in a police-court dock, charged with — well, whatever new crime the taste and fancy of this Proteus of an idol might see fit to fasten upon him! His name would be in all the evening papers, the magistrate would probably remand him, and refuse bail. Oh, the bitter shame of it all!
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