Nevertheless Sydney, clumsily, but earnestly, had
something to say about it. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. I hope I may never come near her. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. All this Woman-who-Diddery
—no damn good. These
galleries were separated in the middle by iron grates. ”
“It’s dreadful for you to be here,” he said, indicating the yellow presence of
the first fog of the year without, “but your aunt told me something of what had
happened. “Yes. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said.
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