I don’t want to hear you. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as he liked. And Anna was conscious of a few moments of exquisite emotion.
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