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Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands into his pockets, and drew forth the miniature. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. Ennison,” she said. "Well," growled Blueskin, "you've had my offer. I'm ashamed to say that I was too much terrified to scream out—but ran and hid myself. This is your room. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from this scene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived at Kensal Green. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk.
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