“May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired
deferentially. She was silent. The
oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. He wore a French military
undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his
attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of
distinction. “I have answered all your questions,” she said. The air was crisp and dry. He
fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the
arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him,
whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. His
fatigue was tacitly understood within the family; it was a
phenomenon which everyone acknowledged as related to
the trades. This will be safer than cutting his throat on
shore. "Tut, tut! Don't exaggerate. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life
depended upon the answer. Hogarth, didn't I see
you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?"
"Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. . It seemed to her the last desperate attack upon the universe that would not
let her live as she desired to live, that penned her in and controlled her and
directed her and disapproved of her, the same invincible wrappering, the same
leaden tyranny of a universe that she had vowed to overcome after that
memorable conflict with her father at Morningside Park.
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