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Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. "Ali Baba, in a blue-serge coat!… God-forsaken fool!" CHAPTER XIII One day Ruth caught the patient's eyes following her about; but there was no question in the gaze, no interest; so she pretended not to notice. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. She heard the television blaring away. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile.
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