The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster. “He writes very well,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. This was to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessive violence of the gale.
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