Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. " "You may spare me your compassion, friend," observed Thames; "I am falsely detained. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. Contenting himself with brandishing the weapon in the Jew's eyes, he exerted all his force to prevent him from rising. I thought you might like to see.
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