I did not know what I was saying. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. ’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. ’ The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at her side. She tried to think what she should do in this eventuality or that.
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