The hansom drove off. As a man, Sebastian had always held enough power to live in luxury. A species of vertigo seized him. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. He advanced a step towards her. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time.
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