She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. An electric light flashed out from the wall. ” The conversation hung. How much he would be able to do for her. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession.
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