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Chapter 11

           WhenIreadinthepapersthathehadblownhisbrainsoutinahansom,Isaid‘Badtastebadtaste!spoilingapoorcabby’sstock-in-tradetosatisfyaselfishwhim!’ha-ha!butIthoughtitwasagoodriddanceofbadrubbish.Hewouldhavemadeanywoman’slifeutterlymiserable."

           "Nodoubthewould!"respondedLadySibyl,listlessly;"But,allthesame,thereissuchathingaslovesometimes."

           SheraisedherbeautifulliquideyestoLucio’sface,buthewasnotlookingherway,andherstedfastgazemetmineinstead.WhatmylooksexpressedIknownot;butIsawtherichbloodmantlewarmlyinhercheeks,andatremorseemedtopassthroughherframethenshegrewverypale.Atthatmomentoneofthegorgeousfootmenappearedatthedoorway.

           "Dinnerisserved,mylud."

           "Good!"andtheEarlproceededto‘pair’usall."Prince,willyoutakeMissFitzroyMrTempest,mydaughterfallstoyourescortIwillfollowwithMissChesney."

           Wesetoffinthisorderdownthestairs,andasIwalkedbehindLuciowithLadySibylonmyarm,IcouldnothelpsmilingattheextremegravityandearnestnesswithwhichhewasdiscussingchurchmatterswithMissCharlotte,andthesuddenenthusiasmthatapparentlyseizedthatdignifiedspinsteratsomeofhisremarksontheclergy,whichtooktheformofthemostaffectionateandrespectfuleulogies,andweretotallythereverseoftheideashehadexchangedwithmeonthesamesubject

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