Bullding repeated,
rather struck with the phrase. "
"Law! Miss," observed the maid, "there's nothing mischievous in the person's
appearance, I'm sure. Drenched to the skin,—in fact,
he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt
so stiff, that he could scarcely move. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. We have known men who have come here for no other
purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of
temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life,
only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. “So, Rhea must have known you for what you are. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. He
died when I was. “There are a good many Whites in
London.
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