Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. I am. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path.
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