The wooden slide was drawn back and the faint murmur of a voice troubled the silence. He thought of it with deep awe; a terrible and strange sin: it thrilled him to think of it in the silence when the pens scraped lightly. It was the last tram; the lank brown horses knew it and shook their bells to the clear night in admonition. It was not a presumptuous assurance, but a calm faith, springing from a clear view of the sources of power in a government constituted like ours.
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