” “But, my dear Peter!” said Miss Stanley. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. The solemn strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable. Gerald pressed against the wall, and signalled Roding to go to the other side of the door. "Coupling their presence with Jack's speech, I couldn't help fearing some mischief might ensue. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out.
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