Pramlay lived for amenities and the mellowed surfaces of things. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. " "Well, well—wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you. She could not hide her face. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground. Acknowledge your faults. But at this, he halted, turning his frowning gaze back on her. My garden-close would be a better thing than that. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash.
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