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A mutual recognition took place at the same instant between the stranger and this individual. This was to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessive violence of the gale. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. My politics in that matter wouldn’t be to give women votes. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. He would see this sister. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. “Home, of course,” she answered. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark.
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