‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. The characters of the youthful occupants of the room might be detected in every article it contained. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. “No. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind. Why did the beggar hang on down there, when he could have enjoyed all that civilization had to offer? Yes, he would be mighty glad to see McClintock; and the sooner he came the better. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla.
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