Her head
dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its
moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs,
very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised
above their chins. He knew she had
been weeping. "Certainly not," replied Gay. ”
She grinned. His pride, however, would not
suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself
to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to
remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she
travelled by night. ‘I hope I do
not understand you. You had better go to bed. The fashions of the day have become
antiquated. "
"And a famoush goot shignal it ish," laughed Abraham. She had now the clear and
tranquil expression of one whose mind is made up. This lady was singularly
lucky in her matrimonial connections. It will hold aloof, a little undecided whether to pelt or not—”
“That depends whether we carry ourselves as though we expected pelting,”
said Ann Veronica. Locked! He sped out to the corridor
and went swiftly into the next room.
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