He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. Now, however, as Gerald watched them, their heads were together and they were murmuring in French. Dashing through the open door, he crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into a narrow court on the opposite side of the way, and was out of sight in a minute, baffling all pursuit. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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