He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. And now, a fair exchange, Sir.
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