" He rose for fear she might touch him again. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. “Am I hurting you?” She asked. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. One cannot trust any man at all. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him.
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