She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. That is the dreadful truth. Let—it—fall. “Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. Anna watched her with curious eyes. Not many years ago, two men, employed on this duty, quarrelled during the night, and in the morning their bodies were found stretched upon the pavement of the yard beneath. This astute personage was somewhat under the middle size, but fairly proportioned, inclining rather to strength than symmetry, and abounding more in muscle than in flesh.
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