"There,
Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is
not a good place for her. How can he help you?”
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his
heart beat to music. “My dear Miss Pellissier,” he said impressively, “this is an unexpected pleasure. “Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. S. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the
other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Rousing himself, he
went to the door. Predictably, Charvill turned on him. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the
severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of
all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public
exhibition.
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