” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. “Let us walk across the Park at least,” he said to Ann Veronica. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight.
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