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Chapter 11

           Somethinginherpresence,hermovements,hermanner,sentsuchatideofpassionthroughmethatforamomentmybrainwhirledinadizzymaze,anddespitethecoldcalculationsIhadmadeinmyownmindastothecertaintyIhadofwinningherformywife,therewasawondrouscharmofdelicatedignityandunapproachablenessaboutherthatcausedmeforthemomenttofeelashamed,andinclinedtodoubteventhepowerofwealthtomovethisexquisitelilyofmaidenhoodfromhersequesteredpeace.Ah,whatfoolsmenare!Howlittledowedreamofthecankerattheheartsofthesewomen‘lilies’thatlooksopureandfullofgrace!

           "Youarelate,Sibyl,"saidherauntseverely.

           "AmI?"sherespondedwithlanguidindifference"Sosorry!Papa,areyouanextemporizedfire-screen?"

           LordEltonhastilymovedtooneside,renderedsuddenlyconsciousofhisselfishmonopolyoftheblaze.

           "Areyounotcold,MissChesney?"continuedLadySibyl,inaccentsofstudiedcourtesy"Wouldyounotliketocomenearerthefire?"

           DianaChesneyhadbecomequitesubdued,almosttimidinfact.

           "Thank-you!"shemurmured,andhereyesdroopedwithwhatmighthavebeencalledretiringmaidenmodesty,hadnotMissChesney’squalitiessoaredfarbeyondthattritedescription.

           "Weheardsomeshockingnewsthismorning,MrTempest,"saidLadySibyl,lookingatLucioratherthanatme"Nodoubtyoureaditinthepapersanacquaintanceofours,ViscountLynton,shothimselflastnight."

           Icouldnotrepressaslightstart.

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