"
"But I was intoxicated!"
"So was the man you just fought in this room. But this
was a vicomte’s sister. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while
desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm
wavered. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the
dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered
little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed,
in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that
made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. "Oh, yes!—for always!"
He took her hands and pressed them upon his thrumming heart; and in this
attitude they remained for some time. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family.
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