She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. The report of his detention caused an immense sensation. The satisfaction of cheating Death again. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. At last he could bear it no longer. Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. At this piece of information, the two subordinate officers were observed to exchange glances; and, after a little agreeable raillery on their captain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany him in his visit. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. It was a dull, foggy day, and the atmosphere was so thick and heavy, that, at eight o'clock, the curious who arrived near the prison could scarcely discern the tower of St. Goopes down on him with the lesson Titian teaches so beautifully in his “Sacred and Profane Love,” and became quite eloquent upon the impossibility of any deception in the former.
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