“I have come for an explanation,” she said. "Some dreadful deed is about to be committed, which I may perhaps prevent,"
muttered Jack to himself. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. “You are in a private room of St. Perhaps I ought to have let
you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. Her head swam. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. "
"That he is," added Blueskin, approvingly. She yielded it without protest, as though
unconsciously. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of
freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. There's not his peer among the peerage. He had a great
contempt for the sections the “theorizers” produced. She even thought that perhaps she might come to
love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his
courtly bearing.
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