“Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. ‘Poor things. Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his victim a tremendous blow on the head with the bludgeon, that fractured his skull; and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with the tenacity of despair. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. “There’s the classes,” said Constance, the well-informed. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. Hurry. ‘And me—’ ‘You, mademoiselle, are more trouble than you’re worth, and I’ll thank you to —’ ‘Hilary, don’t,’ said Lucy, and Melusine’s rising temper cooled a little. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her.
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