She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. ” “And what are you doing here?” the lady asked. ” His eyes were burning. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say.
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