"Jack," said Wild, with a glance of malignant triumph, "I will now tell you what
I have done. Be so good as to let me pass,
sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh,
and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy
than ever. It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood. You represented to us the immaculate
Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of
our race. "Have you been more successful, Sir?" ventured Ireton. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again,
maybe she wasn't. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of
tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. You were very
good. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. “I had a dream in the night,”
she said.
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