She drew a long breath. Her first impulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her arm was grasped by some one in the act of ascending the ladder from without. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. I could tell it was Italian, you see. Lovers' confidences should be respected. "Here's a cross-bite. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings.
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