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On the floor was a handkerchief, a little
morsel of lace. ”
“Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. Sheppard, who had again looked
round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. ’
‘I imagine it must be a relief to you, after so lucky an escape. In a few
seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. “Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. Spurling; "however I
consent.
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