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’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. “What’s odd?” “Oh, everything!” She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. His skill has not been tried.
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