" She wanted to dance. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. In a moment he was beside her. When any violent outrage was committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to their assistance. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. Sit down, I command you. “There is my aunt,” she said. When he had finished he took up the wine list and ordered a bottle of dry champagne. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life.
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