The mere fact that he was there in the train alongside her, helping her, sitting opposite to her in the dining-car, presently sleeping on a seat within a yard of her, made her heart sing until she was afraid their fellow passengers would hear it. "Mr. He had been quite right to sit down. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it was pounding her chest. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Like a hare closely pressed, Jack attempted to double, but the device only brought him nearer his foes, who were crossing the field in every direction, and rending the air with their shouts. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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