A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. But his eyes were on the Frenchman, and as Valade moved up the other road a little way, the lad shifted alertly, and swiftly closed the distance to the intersection. When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. I had to ask Mr. “Steady on!” he cried. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture.
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