A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning
round. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must
know. ”
“I would forgive you a great deal more,” he answered readily, “for the sake of an
evening like this. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best
for you. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom—
especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. Books were always sliding
and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. The trees were
graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden
leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!"
"Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. .
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