He looked half at her and half at the sky. “You’d have to think how to get in between his bones. She could no longer wait. “No, I am alone,” she answered. They negotiated several steps, and then the stair turned a corner. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. “I should like you to come here,” she said. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. She and I were very close. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. I am quite clear about this. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall.
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