” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. The latter were saved; but of the former nothing but the blackened stone walls were found standing on the morrow. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the neighbouring hill. I can no longer bear to address you by that formal madame. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse.
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