She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. He was introduced to Brendon, and a chair was brought by an attentive waiter. "Then we're imprisoned. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. "Come down, sirrah, and I'll teach you how to deface my walls in future. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries.
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