"O, lud!" she cried; "French noblemen in disguise! and so rude as I was! I shall never recover it!" "A good supper will set all to rights," insinuated Kneebone. His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. He understood now that it was a part of her inheritance. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute.
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