A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. He smiled inwardly. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. I believe I’m in love. . She crept out of the shadows. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day.
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