‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. Our ideal had fallen. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE. But, go and see who it is, love.
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