‘Gerald Alderley, I don’t know what you deserve. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered. I get the feeling that you are special, so alone, so beautiful that I must get to the bottom of you if it takes my whole life. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. On examining the door, he found it secured by a large rusty lock, which he endeavoured to pick with the nail he had just acquired; but all his efforts proving ineffectual, he removed the plate that covered it with the bar, and with his fingers contrived to draw back the bolt. "May I ask whether you made any further inquiries into the mysterious affair about which we were speaking just now?" observed Jackson, turning to the carpenter.
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