"A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I came back. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered.
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