‘Speak, then. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. Each wing had a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane. Gwen made an inquiry, and, directed by Mrs.
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