He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. “To-night we are as we have always been. Will you lend me the money for my ticket to London?” “With all the pleasure in the world,” he answered heartily. ” Anna laid down her serviette. " Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again set forward. 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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