‘I must get a handkerchief. ”
Anna nodded. Something
insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man
was there. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view
of life. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. The
first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to
break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood,
the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Rather a magniloquent term, perhaps, but what
else am I to say? One of these is that the most absolutely selfish thing in the
world is to give way to depression, to think of one’s troubles at all except of how
to overcome them. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell.
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