He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. . Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. After five or six years it would not be difficult to hide in Italy or in France. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. Muttering something to himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages and disadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation.
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