At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguished the torch. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. ‘But to do only what one wishes, it is not always convenient. “I certainly knew him no better than you.
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