"Don't ask me about it now. ’ Gerald came into the room as he spoke, his eyes on the stormclouds rapidly gathering in Melusine’s face. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. Having worked thus for another quarter of an hour without being sensible of fatigue, though he was half stifled by the clouds of dust which his exertions raised, he had made a hole about three feet wide, and six high, and uncovered the iron bar. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. In a sense I don’t care. They were silent and no longer observant, being more or less exhausted by the tedious action of the chairs.
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