She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. I hope that she is okay. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She gave her a wink when John had turned to ask Mark if Lucy could ride home with them. "He hash a long journey before him—ha! ha!" "Peace!" cried Jonathan.
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