“Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his demeanour. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. The end of the world seemed at hand. Having ascertained by the breathing which room Thames occupied, he speedily contrived to fasten him in. . "So my father thought," replied Winifred; "and he therefore instantly fired upon him. Oh, Mr Jarvis paid no mind,’ she added hastily, as if expecting disapproval.
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