She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. ‘Gérard will think that I have gone back to London. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. The others hurried to the window. Either she had been seen, or they were seeking the air. The Well Hole 336 XIII.
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