Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. “I am sure,” she said, “that you mean to stay until you are turned out. “What can you do?” she asked. . Be so good as to come this way. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. Book.
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