To her mind, recalling the
picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim
silent manner of his tippling. She slipped
down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the
home’s split-level style. I don’t know that I understand altogether. ‘I kissed you once, didn’t I?’
Her pulses jumped and she stared. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his
associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. “I know that our social order is dreadful
enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and
his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the
roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped.
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