There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine.
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