F. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. There’s stories, too, about his demonstrator, Capes Something or other. ” He unfolded his serviette with fingers which shook all the time. \" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. He, next cautiously tried the door, but found it fastened inside. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech.
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