"You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. “Let me introduce you to Caesar,” he said; and she patted Caesar’s neck, and remarked how soft his nose was, and secretly deplored the ugliness of equine teeth. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. ” He said to her, quite unsure of whether or not he was dreaming. She caught the fact that it was something more than strong drink that laid you out. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. A sense of loss was amongst us. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones.
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