He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. ” He commanded. A quick flush stained her cheeks. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face.
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