She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being
it. She was shocked. Then she came a few steps to meet him. Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t
even interested in you. Come back—you must come back. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,—
as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to
the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he
were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. ‘Mad as
hatters!’
‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly.
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