She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. The next moment he was by her side. Saint Giles's Round-house XIII.
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