Monsieur is going inside perhaps?” But Sir John’s eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart was beating with unaccustomed force. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose.
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