Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. I heard everywhere of his enormous riches and his generosity. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. The house became joyous again with the talk of babies and wedding festivities.
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