” “Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange of identities between Annabel and myself. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. " "I've nothing to confess," replied Thames, boldly; "I've done no wrong. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them.
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