Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. She had lost it. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. She obeyed, extending her arm.
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