" The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. ’ That wonderful poster—is of you. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too.
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