“Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she
walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young
lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. "And now," she
added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a
few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have
to go through—to pray for my son. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some
knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and
looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and
demanded the price. “Can you spare me a moment?” he asked. . “He fancied that he did,” she corrected him coolly. She is Bohemian to the fingertips.
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