” “This,” Anna declared, as she sipped her wine and looked around her, “reminds me more of Paris than any place I have yet seen. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. Little by little, she stopped hating him. One cannot expect that soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. Wood. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later.
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