After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. Sheppard,—"pray let me go. Yes, yes, you do not like the French, and so this English lady here, she is altogether your flesh. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. ” “You should have let me do this for you a long time ago. "When you are stronger we'll go up to the cutwater and watch them from there. In those revolutionary times one had to be prepared. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock.
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