‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. A time may come,—and that ere long,—when you will be glad to purchase my secrets, and your own safety, at a dearer price than the heads of your companions. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy.
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