Will I meet you there?’ ‘Yes, yes, I shall await you. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. The blood will rest on your head.
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