"At all hazards then then you shall know the truth," replied the woollen-draper, in a tone of affected solicitude,—"but are you really prepared?" "Quite—quite!" replied Winifred. These thoughts, however, came to a broken end. The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. However, it doesn't much signify. “I have come to tell you this. It said: Got news for you about J. Not like my father. But probably not the truth. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. But, egad! I believe he will. He had deliberately saved it for last.
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