Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. I have said your life is in danger, Thames. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. ’ Her lashes fluttered. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. How can you protect me? Moreover, it is stealing that you have done, and therefore—’ ‘Don’t tell me you expect me to arrest myself again.
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