Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. At noon the doctor himself arrived. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor.
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