“A young man comes into life asking how best he may place himself,” Ramage had said; “a woman comes into life thinking instinctively how best she may give herself. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. But in a moment she believed she understood. "That we were afraid," replied the other; "but never mind her. I would not think so of you, Marthe. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears. ‘And I am thinking now that you may be very suitable. I can’t afford to get behind. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. At length, however, she threw herself off; and Jack carefully guiding the rope she landed in safety.
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