The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. It was all highly intriguing. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. “But I’m afraid you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me. “It’s my fault. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. The Jacobite. Then he opened them again suddenly, to find Courtlaw still by his side. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. I——” Then he stopped short, for he began to remember things. " "What faith is to be kept with a felon?" replied the woollen-draper, disdainfully.
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