I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. Ever and again Capes appealed to Ann Veronica. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow.
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