’
‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’
‘I do not know. Then the distant relationship to Miss Stanley gave them a slight but pleasant
sense of proprietorship in the girl. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. . He took a
handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young
people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand
for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. At present, he is under the
protection of Jonathan Wild. Immediately the soldiers of the
major will come from the gate.
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