To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him. ’ He reddened a little, and shuffled his feet. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it.
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