The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. ’ ‘I swear to you, it is the exact truth,’ he protested. Over the gateway towards Snow Hill, were two strong wards, called the Castle and the Red Room. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. There is no other way. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. " "Well, suddenly I knew that I must see the inside of that box, which had a padlock.
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