” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. “We don’t pretend. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go by. It has been already intimated that Jack had an excessive passion for finery; and it might have been added, that the chief part of his ill-gotten gains was devoted to the embellishment of his person. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. And guess what? I don’t sleep much, if you haven’t noticed. And the woollen-draper departed. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you. To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open.
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