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Half an hour later she laid aside the book. Yes; she had heard the music the night before. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me
from Bedlam, then. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama
unroll. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. ”
She glanced at him, and it was suddenly apparent for one instant of
illumination that this ring upon her finger was the crowning blunder of her life. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands into his
pockets, and drew forth the miniature. A few
minutes later she left the house on foot, and taking a hansom at the corner of the
Square, drove to Anna’s flat.
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