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” Anna looked up with a doubtful smile of non-recognition. “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. She took hand cannon and began to arm it. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. 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. ’ ‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly. ‘You can if you like. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. I have seen you with Anna, and I have not known whether to be glad or sorry.
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