"Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing,
which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. He was a little impressed by Ann
Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. ”
His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King
Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. "
And, with this generous resolve, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Arrest!
arrest! help! help!" seconding the words with a shrill and peculiar cry, well
known at the time to the inhabitants of the quarter in which it was uttered.
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