Her cheeks flushed a dull red. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper.
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