Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. From the unlovely hillside his glance strayed to the several five-story towers of the pawnshops. “Manning,” she said, and contemplated a figure of inaggressive persistence. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet.
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