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Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. “Which is Mr. Had he come to see her to find if she needed something? No. They give themselves airs, but so it is. ’ ‘Yes, that is Mr Brewis Charvill, as you have found out for me. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. After these dinners they would have a walk, usually to the Thames Embankment to see the two sweeps of river on either side of Waterloo Bridge; and then they would part at Westminster Bridge, perhaps, and he would go on to Waterloo. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. Shouldn't you be getting home?\" \"It's not far. Wood, furiously. It arises, I think, from an over developed sense of humour.
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