Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. ’ There was a silence. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. “No! No no no no no no no!” She ran towards them, her arms outstretched, but he blocked her. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life.
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