But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more. He stood up abruptly and went to the window.
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