. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in
its way—to get anything out of them. And then her pace slackened. “You see,” he said,
“you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. ” She muttered some
unlady-like comment upon herself under her breath and engaged in secret
additions. The shops were lighting up into
gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she
had lost her way. "Bravo," cried Sheppard, examining its contents, which proved to be a file, a
chisel, two or three gimblets, and a piercer. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them;
and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to
reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out
of his course.
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