How different were his present feelings compared with those he had experienced on quitting it. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms.
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