No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether he was not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that he had no other alternative, he went on. He was in a curious state of desperation. Nor was this impression removed as he stole a glance at Mrs. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. “It really is not necessary.
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