‘I feared as much. “The fellow seems to know your name, Miss Pellissier, and that you have lived in Paris. Be this as it may, Jonathan remained the victor; and shortly afterwards,—at the price of a third of his estate, it was whispered,—he procured Trenchard's liberation from confinement. 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. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill.
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