”
“She doesn’t care for him now?”
“Not a bit. ” He said as Cathy took his coat and alternately
handed him back his bouquet of red roses. “I wonder if it is. She had very frizzy hair indeed,
very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and
waist, and an engaging smile. . But this
was a vicomte’s sister. "
The Wastrel laughed. ‘Dunderhead. Have you seen much of her lately?”
“Nothing at all,” he answered. “I ought to look up
Gwen,” she said. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should
perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress,
stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be
secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Both advanced towards it,
when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the
stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience
and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any
ancient fanaticalism in his blood.
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