The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. “I want you to kiss me,” she said. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. I'll repay you. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. ” “You want my body? It’s yours for the taking. It is absolutely a frightful neighbourhood, this. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was.
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