By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the
cell. "There is Dollis Hill," said the man, pointing to a well-wooded eminence about a
mile distant, "and there," he added, indicating the roof of a house just visible
above a grove of trees "is Mr. Anna sighed as she reflected that her sister had
simply revelled in her indiscretions. She has given herself up to social work. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of
loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in
evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. But the great point was still unaccomplished.
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