Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. She kissed him with a closed mouth, not as recklessly as she was tempted to do. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Quick, now. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it.
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