One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. " "You believe it, father?" "From the bottom of my heart. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection.
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