” “Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really do not care. " "'Sblood!" exclaimed Wild, uneasily. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. . He was an officer, and a person of very great sense, and altogether a desirable parti. With a view to raise recruits for his corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of a journey on business. . His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. She had no intention of fighting fair.
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