But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow, and might have
helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. But she was only able to save a corner of
the letter. "
"Never mind it, my dear Mrs. Their
minds are turned against him. ”
Chapter XIX
“THIS IS NOT THE END”
“I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking
off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. She kept her
face downcast. We were two
people with a craving. Abruptly the sterner look
vanished and she twinkled. ”
Pause. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor
has gone down himself to help it along. How can you protect me? Moreover, it is
stealing that you have done, and therefore—’
‘Don’t tell me you expect me to arrest myself again. "This suspense is worse than torture.
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