You refuse me your confidence. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. . . "They'll escape. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. He was damned if he knew what to do. Rowland, meantime, alarmed by the voices, snatched a torch from his attendant, and holding it over the side of the wherry, witnessed the incident just described. "I half suspect this is a highwayman," thought the Jew; "he's so ready with his cash. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded.
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