” She stirred gently in her chair. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. ” “Clear out?” cried Hetty. “I was born there. Everybody talking of you. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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