We may be stopped. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast.
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