265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. "But, let me tell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms of another. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. "Nothing you can say to the contrary will convince me that you have not been accessory to his flight. ” “It’s dreadful for you to be here,” he said, indicating the yellow presence of the first fog of the year without, “but your aunt told me something of what had happened. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. “You are an impostor. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. I keep on thinking of you. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour.
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