“He is not—I don’t like him. "The long and the short o' the matter's this then," returned Sharples with dignity, "the Markis begs your acceptance o' ten guineas to drink his health. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. Goopes down on him with the lesson Titian teaches so beautifully in his “Sacred and Profane Love,” and became quite eloquent upon the impossibility of any deception in the former. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. The perception of him flooded her being. Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat with her above the roar of the crowd. It is to take place to-night. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening.
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