Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons you told me about—limewash the underside of life. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. ” “But what did father imagine?” “Of course he imagined! Any one would! ‘What has happened, Peter?’ I asked. “And how did you find us here?” “I called at Montague Street a few minutes after you had left. ’ ‘Yes, but I have not gone,’ Melusine said impatiently. Lucy tried not to make her cringe noticeable. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Austin was dismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by the news,—for it had already been extensively noised abroad. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can.
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