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"All of us sinful, all with need of grace, / All chary of our life, -- the minute more / Or minute less of grace which saves a soul, -- / Bound to make common cause with who craves time, / We yet protest against the exorbitance / Of sin in this one sinner, and demand / That his poor sole remaining piece of time / Be plucked from out his clutch: put him to death! / Punish him now! As for the weal or woe / Hereafter, God grant mercy! Man be just, / Nor let the felon boast he went scot-free! "
The sky was dull and leaden, and there was a fine rain falling -- the kind of rain that means to stay -- when Faunce bent his footsteps from Sloane Square to Selburne Street, Chelsea.