The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. She colored faintly. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. Damn! I’ve splashed. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. She breathed deeply.
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