Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. "Sir Cecil is no more. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. "Then his case is hopeless.
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