She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. ‘Trespasses,’ supplied Gerald. Earles would permit. But I am not indisposed to gratify you. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers.
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