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She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. You, Anna, are one of them. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. “A joke! Sir John, if you had presented yourself here an hour ago we should have greeted you in pained silence. I never want you to be ashamed of me. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it. ’ ‘Couldn’t help but do so, ma’am,’ said Mrs Ibstock. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. She did not forge a note. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered.
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