’ Then she ran swiftly out of the library, calling out as her cavalier was almost at the front door. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. It was so easy to forget the imminent threats of being discovered during times of peace. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. " "If you will not take me, I'll find some guide who will.
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