. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. 150 “Homely. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. It had seemed to her that life might be very good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. Monroe would go to work and Mrs.
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