“I cannot say more. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes. It’s—Mrs. Niente. He was consumed with desire. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide.
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