He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little
Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of
paper. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. There
were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that
gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that
deportment and breeding are after all things apart. But Jack eluded
their grasp. Miss Ellicot, for instance, considers me a most improper person. But Jack did not heed them. “Idiotic, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. They had changed identities absolutely.
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