“Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. The noose was at its throat when I called for help. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. Only I just want him. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. Kneebone's man is in the shop," said Rachel; "he'll take it. I can’t. “Fortunately I believe that the relationship is not generally known. " "Humph!" exclaimed Wild. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so.
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