For the most part these were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting women or girls of the student class. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. They had not to tarry long. She approached this field with her usual liveliness of apprehension. One small wing lay at the north of the gate, where Giltspur Street Compter now stands; and the Press Yard, which was detached from the main building, was situated at the back of Phoenix Court. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon.
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