Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. "You've got to kill me to get out of here alive. " Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most passionate terms. "He says he don't understand flash," replied the lady in gentleman's attire. Take them, and may they prove as serviceable to you as I desire.
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