” “Never for a second. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel! But this is catastrophe. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. Hope you ate light before you got here. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind.
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