” Mr. ” “You weren’t rude,” she said. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. ’ ‘Oh, this is becoming nonsensical,’ exclaimed Lucilla. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. She had no intention of fighting fair.
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