It seems only yesterday that she was running
down the Avenue, all hair and legs. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still
the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the
same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about
them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. He changed his mind however, and
simply motioned to her to proceed. I only wish he was not a Papist and
a Jacobite. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand,
threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect
intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. She felt she must fly before it and could no longer do so.
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