She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle
into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. The galleries adjoining it were
crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house
standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of
Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. What ho! lights! lights!"
And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. “How dared you do yourself
this injustice?”
“I did it for her sake,” she answered. You have the look
in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. We were only—les autres. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as
though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort.
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