But Gerald kept to a casual note. “I didn’t understand, Vee. Wood; but they never come now. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. But a far greater affliction was in store for her. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me.
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