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McClintock was in a gay mood at dinner that night; but he did not see fit to give these children the true reason. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. Kneebone, are these your French noblemen?" "Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper. " "Man!" screamed Mrs. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. But she was relentless. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. This morning his entourage (as he jestingly called it) consisted of the girl, two spinsters (Prudence and Angelina Jedson), prim and doubtful of the world, and the young man who appeared to be considerably the worse for the alcohol he had consumed.
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