” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. It was a different world. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. “Listen! There was a Meysey Hill in Paris, an American railway millionaire. As she talked she made weak little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior.
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