As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. ” “I wish,” said Ann Veronica, with sudden anger, “that you could know what it is to live in a pit!” She stood up as she spoke, and put down her cup beside Miss Garvice’s. The tears flowed faster. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. What was the fellow doing in this part of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington? The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major.
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