‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired. En tout cas, we are not talking of that kiss, but of this one. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free.
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