’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, on Thames Darrell. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. ‘Why, that’s one of the names with which she tried to fob me off. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning. She was powerless to move from her chair. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. “Indeed!” Anna answered indifferently. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. The less she lived, in fact, the better.
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