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. She looked from Anna, who was far
too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage,
and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. ‘All right,
Trodger. She remained
by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. ‘Why, what have I said?’
‘You said to me my name. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. “I love your sister. "
"I'd rather lie here for ever, than be indebted to you for my freedom," returned
Thames.
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