And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. ” “My wife was astounded—wounded beyond measure. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. "Our talking will not bother him. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. This person was speedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carried flambeaux. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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