” “My God!” said Teddy, more impressively than ever. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. He was a philosopher. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing. What right had she to call herself “Alcide”? It was abominable, an imposture. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains.
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