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" "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. ‘Yes, miss. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. He felt her relaxation and let go of her wrists. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. As soon as he became convalescent, and all fears of his premature dissolution were at an end, Wild recommenced his rigorous treatment. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne, had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose, keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. Hartford had a very respectable sound. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. He seemed to know a great deal about life. ‘And all to help me.
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