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That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. I suppose most of our daughters would marry organ-grinders if they had a chance—at that age. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to come that I had in mind. For a moment she remained silent. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. You're easy to please. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked. Aware of the cunning and desperate characters of the persons with whom she would have to deal,—aware, also, that she was in a quarter where no laws could be appealed to, nor assistance obtained, she felt the absolute necessity of caution. I should have gone mad without it. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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