CHAPTER XXVIII. "It's very well Mr. He carried a small bag. A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification to see every one promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck. It could not go on much longer, her luck. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. ” “Well, why not?” Lady Lescelles asked, smiling.
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