Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. Escape was now impossible. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. She trembled; but she did not know why. It was a haunted place. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. He was painfully in earnest, too. ” She paused for a moment.
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