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I was sitting up, lamenting your departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and, by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by two men with crape on their faces. In worldly matters Gay was not fortunate. “Where am I?” he muttered. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. He declined to come in. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. I met her when we were both very young, as young as you are. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin.
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