"Now, now," huffed a police sergeant at the palace gates, "there's nothing to see 'ere. Nobody need wait who don't know what 'e's waitin' for. Step along now. Step along." All around him the milling crowd grinned self-consciously and held its ground. For a week or more, curious and sentimental Londoners had gathered outside the gates of Buckingham Palace to gaze curiously at a third-floor window, wait aimlessly for a while, drift away and return again to renew the vigil.
"Time, Gentlemen." From time to time a flurry of speculation ran through the watchers like autumn leaves in a gust. On Friday...
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