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The Night-Cellar XVIII. ” Anna smiled very faintly, and shook her head. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. She was going through a new world with him side by side. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. Too late now.
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