‘Lord in heaven, did I do that?’ exclaimed Gerald remorsefully. Monsieur is going inside perhaps?” But Sir John’s eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart was beating with unaccustomed force. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. If he wished, he could even take this inheritance from her. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. . "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. "I could hang him now if I liked. —'They have,' says he. Earles asked sharply.
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