I'll dig it up. But take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. She felt that Ann Veronica had duped her in that dream, and now that she had come up to London she might as well speak her mind.
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