" "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. “And aren’t there fees to pay at the Imperial College?” her aunt was saying—a disagreeable question. "A little suffering will do him good. They would arrest him for the French spy they had thought her at first. Then she called a hansom and drove home.
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