A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. Looking for something, or someone, probably. I feel years younger, a man again. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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