He must win this man's confidence, even at the risk of being called mad. One would say she could try to —to prevent that her daughter will go to the convent. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. The stranger looked at him as if strongly disposed to chastise his impertinence. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers.
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