”
“I think, Mr. Ann Veronica was
carried off her intellectual and critical feet by it altogether, and applauded and
uttered cries that subsequent reflection failed to endorse. He
whispered in her ear. I can’t even make myself care. It was like pouring a strong acid over
dulled metal. He would require things of her, and she would be
passionately concerned to meet his requirements. Then for a time she sat very still. “For I know that you love Ennison. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be
such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve
it,” he said. And yet, on the very
site of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the
felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of
his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely
residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heart
was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour. ”
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:
Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been
transcribed was inconsistent. ”
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