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‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. I knew him in spite of his dress. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. This was done, and Austin returned with a crest-fallen look to the table. You brought your husband a large fortune, your people were well known in society, your family interest I have heard was useful to him in his parliamentary career. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. Strangers look in and long, and neighbours are moved to envy. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. He was clearing up these difficulties by tracing a partially obliterated suture the Scotchman had overlooked when the door from the passage opened, and Manning came into his universe.
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