"Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. ” She laughed. " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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