“You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. “We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner. You bring me this grandfather, whom you know well I do not in the least wish to see, for I have told you so. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. His face was downcast. Hers were less noble, yet stately.
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