"Put up your blade, Sir Rowland," rejoined Jonathan, resuming his former calm demeanour, "King James the Third will need it. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. Above her head was an aura of white fire. “Do you know why they are estranged?” Lucy asked. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. You were never married at all. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed.
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