Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened
by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in
the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and
flaming sunflowers. The two lovers sat together, and their sole discourse
turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. He had a handsome,
jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a
cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his
father the dragoon. You
may have something to conceal, you may not. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. "Good work. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now
by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her
lips. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause
to recover the use of his fingers. \"
Lucy winced. Wood
thought them both remarkably plain, but Mr.
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