Prudence attacked her chicken wing. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. About her, as she had gone day by day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. Spare me, and I'll be quiet—quiet —quiet!" "Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her. And then you can go home and think things over before we talk again. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ came from the lady in a furious tone, before the astonished Roding could respond.
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