He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. " "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred. "Something worse, I fear," Wood replied. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degree disconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at home in a moment. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. They concern us all.
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