" "It is past," rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerful effort; "but never allude to the circumstance again. His hand flew across the paper. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. You climb by disappointing men. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama unroll. ’ ‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the proffered courtesies. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel.
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