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The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. '" As these words were delivered by the carpenter with stern emphasis, a female servant entered the room, and stated that a gentleman was at the door, who wished to speak with Captain Darell on business of urgent importance. We fixed that. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. " "Not your only chance, Thames," returned Jack, in the same undertone; "but your best. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. It was at the top of the building, and looked clear over a clustering mass of inferior buildings toward Regent’s Park. In an instant, she turned on him. "I'm not particular about rooms. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like a cuckolded old maid.
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