Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. “You are neither of you in the least like the ordinary boarding-house young man. Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher.
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