"I'm your dupe no longer. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t
like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who
dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to
face. ‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault. \" Lucy replied, truly amazed. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the
pitiful understand. "The night before last, Mr. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage,
that he was being ruined by fate. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of
his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703—
while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he
received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which,
at once, destroyed his hopes.
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