Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her,
fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was
continually attracting. “No!” he said aloud at last. The aspect of the place, so far as he
could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his
eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against
the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the
present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going
out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. You understand me, I’m sure. ToC
In an incredibly short space of time,—for her anxiety lent wings to her feet,—
Mrs. Winifred pointed to the door.
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