Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. " The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. The comtesse always felt Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. "Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quilt in a savage tone. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. She attacked his hair resolutely. It was situated off a little hallway that led also to the kitchens and the back door to the outside.
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