B. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. “It’s as broad as life,” said Mr. ” “Do you think that it was wise of you, or kind to come?” she asked quietly. ’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. All the rest is humbug and delicacy.
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