The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. ‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. ” “But Michelle, compared to most of the world, you 149 have a lot of money. ” He paused with a sense of ineptitude. ‘Now see here, missie. ‘But you will not be in a convent. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. “My hand! This isn’t the place. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. " And, dexterously applying the implement, he forced open the lock. Mr. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales.
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