She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. Everything in the world had changed for her. Byrom,—a poet of whom his native town, Manchester, may be justly proud; and his features and figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of his companions on the present occasion,—Hogarth,—in the levée in the "Rake's Progress," and in "Southwark Fair. He was vaguely uneasy; he knew not what about. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you.
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