Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. Monroe would go to work and Mrs. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. The delay was only momentary. The hurricane appeared to have raged in this quarter with tenfold fury. At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred could prevent her, staggered up to Thames. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her.
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