A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. ’ Such simple faith touched Gerald. He might miss at this distance. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart.
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