“You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which she had found. “Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they came.
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