’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. "What the devil are you about! Will you allow yourself to be beaten by a couple of kids?" "Not if I can help it," returned Abraham, making a desperate effort to regain his feet. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door. ” Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled. ‘This is not a place for a man.
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