‘I must. . ’ Tears glistened in her eyes. "I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said. It makes wonderful sentences that you can repeat in the City and are good enough for Punch.
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