There was no mistaking his intentions this time. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture.
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