155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. What have you got to say?" "Too much," replied Kneebone, shaking his head; "sadly too much. What do you say to Brighton——” Anna looked at him quietly—and he never finished his sentence. ” She whispered. “He has said something of the sort. ” “On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house where I was stopping. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. Yet he stays. ’ ‘I think he only wants to help you, miss,’ offered Jack.
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