” “I may come a little way, then?” he begged. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Ramage admitted the force of that. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness. Sydney was watching her eagerly. He squinted and a disgusted look came over him. . It seemed an emblem of the ruin he had caused. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. ‘But a spy I am not. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. “The life of a private secretary is positively one of slavery. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it.
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