This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. I pray, Anna, that you may find your happiness.
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