For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. “Which one?” “The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time shielding her sister. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive.
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