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He drew her closer. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. "I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. They had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived. She looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. "Mistress!" said the apprentice, making a final appeal to Mrs. Day before, send round to each to borrow a shirt. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall, flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above.
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