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His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. " "Never fear," replied Jack. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. But she was disturbed, mysteriously disturbed. Leastways, not on your own. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated. She shuddered as his naked body pressed against her. When he beheld Jack he uttered a deep groan. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. ” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. Anna leaned back with half closed eyes. ” “Afraid!” “Yes.
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