Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with
a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain
heavy luxuriousness of gesture. "I give you all of my genius, and you say—'Get out!' I am
some kind of a dog. "
"I will conduct you to the outlet," replied Jack; "but I cannot leave it till I have
ascertained whether my mother also is a prisoner here. Certainly, we—that is Jarvis and I—
knew nothing of it until after Mary’s death. The act was mechanical,
a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. "
"That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering.
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