The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking again through clouds. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. “You know what a fearful old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of it.
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