She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. It is the only way. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success.
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