"Breathe at this phial," said Winifred. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. ’ ‘Forgive me, but if that is the case, I don’t quite see why you should run away. The policemen were closing in from the sides to intervene. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. At this gate two paths meet. How long he continued thus he scarcely knew; but just before dawn, he managed to regain his legs, and, crawling up a bank, perceived he was within a quarter of a mile of Tottenham.
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