” “I’ll try not to see him again,” said Ann Veronica. " "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. ‘Take this. It dawned upon him that he had been abominably used by Ann Veronica. Indeed, he told me nothing at all. ‘Tell me, my boy. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church.
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