"What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. He appeared suddenly from the infinite in the neighborhood of the Burlington Arcade, crossing the pavement toward her and with his eyes upon her. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond paste. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things.
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