"I dare not, Rowland," she answered. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment. He brought home her first “meal”, a man who he 77 claimed was a highwayman who had raped several women and was destined for the hangman’s noose. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. “With your permission,” he said to Anna, “I shall arrange a bed for him where he is. He drew a little sigh of relief.
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