Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her
youth and her ignorance. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered
that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. "
He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get
up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an
insult. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and
my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever. . He could not possibly lunge in the
confined space, and so had nothing to do but back himself into the chapel as fast
as he could. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. ’
‘That’s just it,’ said Joan Ibstock shamefacedly. She
hugged Lucy, who had finished eating. Was the man
debating whether or no to tell the truth? A grimace played about Valade’s mouth
and the general waited, maintaining his own rigid pose.
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