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A crisis had been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. CHAPTER VI Sidney Carton, thought Ruth, in pursuit of a sing-song girl! The idea was so incongruous that a cold little smile parted her lips. In Hamilton Place that is, like I told you before, miss. It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. Of course, it was ridiculous, this inclination to assist the fugitive, based as it was upon an intangible university idea. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. The aunt laughed. The cage at Willesden was, and is—for it is still standing—a small round building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, to which a number of boards, inscribed with the names of the parish officers, and charged with a multitude of admonitory notices to vagrants and other disorderly persons, are attached. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me. —"Stay! something occurs to me.
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