"He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. ” “That will follow,” said Kitty Brett—“that will follow. Sir Rowland Trenchard is aware of your return to England. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her.
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