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He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. A knot of three policemen in conflict with her staggered toward Ann Veronica’s attendants and distracted their attention. “Yes, I remember you now. Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. ’ ‘Yes, do. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. They blinded me. "I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic.
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