“To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. It was easy to recognize, the one thing that had stayed the same over the years. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Then he had gone away. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. ’ She shrugged fatalistically.
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