Softly she rose to her feet. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs. " "There, now! You mustn't get mixed. She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully and slowly, until she lay supine. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. At the period of this history, the main streets of the metropolis were but imperfectly lighted, while the less-frequented avenues were left in total obscurity; but, even at the present time, the maze of courts and alleys into which Wild now plunged, would have perplexed any one, not familiar with their intricacies, to thread them on a dark night. To her, marriage would be a buckler against the two evils which pursued her. Wood, delighted at the idea.
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