CHAPTER XII. He appeared suddenly from the infinite in the neighborhood of the Burlington Arcade, crossing the pavement toward her and with his eyes upon her. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. The flight. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone.
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