"Let me see him. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he
drew it forth. White rang the bell. What has been the matter?”
“Toothache,” he answered laconically. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was, and yielding as she
had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressed or implied—would
depart without consulting him, he was equally surprised and enraged to hear the
servants busied in transporting her to the carriage. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a
moment later. The boy would naturally attract the
women, if the women were at all romantic. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears,
Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. She turned with an effort. The close-fitting round gown, if a little oldfashioned with its very narrow waist and wide skirts, was becoming on a full
figure, and the low décolletage, unencumbered by any form of covering, exposed
a good deal of bosom. ”
“What do you mean—by too late?” he demanded. Gosse would have killed me, and
perhaps in the fight I might kill him. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct
novelty.
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