“Mr. And I’ve read, and thought,
and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. Here, then, but for the time and place, might be another Sidney Carton. “I am so sorry to have startled you,” she said, “but I was startled myself. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. “The smallest will do for me
quite well. Jackson took an accurate survey of the room with his one
eye, Mr. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the
harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain
by the time she left the building. The inn was a military haunt. She met his eyes for a
moment, and could not interpret their expression. ”
The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded
her that he was in a similar predicament.
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