III. Then she realized that it was her business to let Manning talk and impose his own interpretations upon the situation so far as he was concerned. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. "But, take my advice, and keep out of Sir Rowland's way, or you'll get the poor lady into trouble as well as me. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow.
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