‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. Tell me how are you amusing yourself?” Anna laughed. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight.
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