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erne’s starling, looking t

as his hansom took him swiftly from the house in Portman Square, where he had been dining, towards that other house in Carlton

could see, if they cared to see, “the glass of fashion” in the shape of white waistcoat and shirt front,

Clop went

ressed into a quarter of an hour, es

resolutions have earned for themselves such an evil repute as paving stones is because they are often the result, not of repentance, but of the restlessness that dogs an evaporating pleasure. This liaison had been alternately his pride and his shame for man

id again. “Thank heaven not

ny one have

me — a prison. Had he been tempter or tempted? He did not know. He did not care. He wanted only to be out of it. His better feelings and his conscience had been awakened by the first touch of weariness. His brief infatuation had run its course. His judgment had be

self, the letters she would write to him. At any rate he need not read them. Oh! how tired he was of the whole thing beforehand. Why had he been such a fool? He looked at the termi

the woman in it caught a glimpse of the high-bred cle

e,” she said to herself, and

sed it,” repeated Hugh fervently, as t

s hand as she stood at the entrance of her amb

darker at the roots than in its waved coils; perhaps her blue eyes did not look quite in harmony with their blue-black lashes; but the whole effect had the delicate conventional perfection of a cleverly touched-up chromo-lithograph. Of course tastes differ. Some people like chromo-lithographs, others don’t. But even those who do are apt to

Hugh greeted her, and she turned to offer the same small smile and gloved hand

chard V

ted. This strongly built, ill-dressed man, with his keen bro

aven dart

ot forth an immense mahogany hand

yesterday, so I decided to come and have a look at you. And so it is only you, Cackles, after all”—(Lord Newhaven’s habit of silence had earned for him the sobriquet

king a stream of new arrivals. “I fancy — in fact, I’m simply delighted to see you. How is the wine get

n Hill because I forgot it. ‘No gentleman will be admitted in a paper shirt’ was mentioned on it, I

half-closed eye opened a little. “But t

l take a look at the whole mob of them directly. They came round next day to say it had been a mis

ed at it attentivel

ve put you on my mother’s list, not knowing

haven, if that’s your noble name — as I am here, trot out a few heiresses, would

in your great fist

I’m all right? Not had on an

tied his white tie with a waist to it. Lord Newha

hastily. “Now, who is

e crowd in the second room, in the

tall girl in the green g

have picked out the greatest in London. Tha

own to supper. I suppose — er — there is s

ot be afraid of the cl

rush,” retorted Dick. “The Bishop’