She wanted to think. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. “If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now. "Souls," she answered, drily. “It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. " "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred. ‘Don’t lose your temper again. " "Humph!" ejaculated the carpenter. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police, but at this period flourishing in vast numbers. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs.
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