132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. It’s these damned novels. ‘You’re only making things worse, you little idiot. Once more cheered by daylight, he hastened forward, and entered the chapel. " "You might trust me," said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but never mind. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. Prudence. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated.
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