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“It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am
afraid of you. She felt flattered. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and
commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it
was striking. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped
vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. “No one has a better right than I to be with you. Her eyes were lit with smouldering
passion. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of
loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in
evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. If I
had known that you had meant to talk like this I wouldn’t have come here. ’
‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen. Spurling, "I hope he may never see Tyburn. Wood, who had
been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not
altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in
Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not
hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an
apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was
neglecting his employment. His body had been maimed many times. Water poured into her eyes,
nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn
and wheeze.
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