He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. I am going to make a fresh
start. “By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “do you know that I am a very great
admirer of your sister’s? I wonder if she has ever spoken to you of me. Seeing from the threatening looks of his captors, that they were
about to wreak their vengeance upon him, the miserable wretch besought mercy
in abject terms, and charged his master with the most atrocious crimes. She
whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by
the window, keeping out of the way. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in
his stockinged feet. ’
Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly
full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a
quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald
spoke of them.
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