He thought it best to let the matter drop. It was a sickening process, and the sucking sound was
sure to wake up Ray’s mother. "
"Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently. Is all your
house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking
round. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of
tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. He wanted
to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. God forgive
you!"
"May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly;
"but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never
seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life.
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