Mr. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. 8. ” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. He walked out into the Champs Elysées and sat down. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. Wood; but they never come now.
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