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Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly
full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a
quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald
spoke of them. Kneebone, are these your French noblemen?"
"Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. ” He shook her diminutive hand. " Then he
became merciful. ” Every one became
tremendously animated when they heard that Ann Veronica had failed them
because she had been, as she expressed it, “locked in. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and
hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her
excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. When a mere child she fixed her
affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and
who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to
remain faithful to his memory.
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