Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. " "Bring your story to an end, Sir," said Trenchard who had listened to the recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear. \" he replied, though it was obvious that he was lying. He was a handsome man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John to him. She could not say a word, much less move. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. As this seemed insufficient, after a lapse of five minutes, he added another hundred weight. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. She loved him.
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