Seeing Capes from day to day made a bright eventfulness that hampered her in the course she had resolved to follow. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. The only difficulties that presented themselves clearly to her were the difficulties of getting away from Morningside Park, and not the difficulties at the other end of the journey. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. The stage manager came out from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. I have squeezed three kids into it afore now.
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