‘And now,’ he said, drawing Madame to the seat, and contriving to sit close enough that his anatomy touched hers at several points, ‘let us talk about you, madame. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. He felt he was human wisdom prudentially interpolated. A bad man, in fact. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. “I don’t care a rap for remembering. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless.
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