The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. In Paris, in July, a raging mob had stormed the Bastille, provoking circumspect aristocrats to uproot themselves and take refuge abroad. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. “So very clear and cold,” she said. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window.
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