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“Not possible. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. Light the lantern. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. He tells me that you will not even see him. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. " "There was a yacht in the river?" "I have nothing to say. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. ” She interrupted as Ann Veronica was about to speak again, with a bright contagious hopefulness. “I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life.
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