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Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. The man’s statement was explicit, and spoken with confidence. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom. Without an idea where he was going, Jack pursued his way through the fields; and, as he proceeded, the numbness of his limbs in some degree wore off, and his confidence returned. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. Loving was better than that. . “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. You have threatened to kill me for nothing, I know not how many times.
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