Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. The entrance of Shoe Lane, and the whole line of the wall of St. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics.
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