. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. “You’ll have to take her!” shouted an inspector on horseback, and she echoed his cry: “You’ll have to take me!” They seized upon her and lifted her, and she screamed. ’ ‘Ain’t you in a rage?’ asked the captain. He cherished her. That shining slope of snow, and how we talked of death! We might have died! Even when we are old, when we are rich as we may be, we won’t forget the tune when we cared nothing for anything but the joy of one another, when we risked everything for one another, when all the wrappings and coverings seemed to have fallen from life and left it light and fire. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. ‘Neither do I,’ he responded, frowning, ‘but for Gerald’s sake, I’ll do anything I can. Listen, Jack. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman.
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