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There was a murmur or two
among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. ’
‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. It was horrible, but what
could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and
insults, to prevent her. It was the incendiary intellectuals
of the bourgeoisie, with their militant ideas of revolution, who had raised the
populace to a pitch of violence resulting in cases of wholesale slaughter—such
as had overtaken the Valades. Let—it—fall. He had, however, planned brilliant careers for his two sons, and, with a
certain human amount of warping and delay, they were pursuing these. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea
roved, seeking the way. “If she is borrowing money,” said Miss Stanley, “she MUST be getting into
debt.
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