“That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside
Park. "
"Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that
she must not disturb him in this man-agony. All along the
wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in
attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a
military review scheduled for this afternoon. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a
congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and
women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large
sense of space and ease in her present position. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. I
shall not let you go till I am quite sure.
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