There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. “And what will Mr. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. What can she have done to deserve such a fate? Oh!” They both turned round at Anna’s exclamation. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged.
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