I love you still, Anna, but life holds other things than the
love of man for woman. He picked up the broken fiddle and
beckoned. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the
carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in
short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its
sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere
breathing of freshness. Promise me one thing before I leave you. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to
waste on that fellow’s wound. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. ’
‘Comment? But already he has made this visit—in town.
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