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A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. Understand me! I forbid it. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. He found that the skiff had been dashed against one of the buttresses of the bridge. Jack turned away with an aching heart. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation.
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