He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. Kneebone smiled assent. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. ” Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope now you’ve had enough of it. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. “You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued.
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