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At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I see. " Thames turned away at the question, which he felt might be construed into a reproach. ” A momentary bitterness crept into Anna’s tone. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. He did not particularly care.
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