“I shall never marry,” said Ann Veronica, resolutely; “I’m not the sort. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street.
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