She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. How fortunate that she recognises the resemblance. She is not in the least like the descriptions of her. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. A sinister thought edged in. He, next cautiously tried the door, but found it fastened inside. ” Anna had reached the house where she lodged, but she hesitated on the doorstep. Lost ground must be regained. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand.
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