The Night-Cellar XVIII. "I knew it. "Any price was better than your head. " "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness. ” “You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your husband?” “Yes. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. Indeed, it was his boast that he could find his way through any part of London blindfolded; and by this time, it would seem, he had nearly arrived at his destination; for, grasping his companion's arm, he led him along a narrow entry which did not appear to have an outlet, and came to a halt.
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