It was like some shadowy pantomime: The dark mouth of an alleyway
thrown into murky relief by the rays of a distant street lamp...the
swift, forward leap of a skulking figure...a girl's form swaying
and struggling in the man's embrace. Then, a pantomime no longer,
there came a half threatening, half triumphant oath; and then the
girl's voice, quiet, strangely contained, almost imperious:
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