Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. And it is your own fault that your husband dallies with me.
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