Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is called an “ideal. ” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. He was in a position to help her. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. It would not burden him with any obligation. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. ’ He added, as alarm spread over the lad’s face, ‘Don’t concern yourself. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. You're luck. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. “Cheveney!” she repeated.
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