Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. Yet she held her tongue. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her. Jack was completely overcome. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. “Then assuredly!” said Manning. What was the objection? She found it impossible to look her own diffidence in the face. Everything in this world changed—except human folly.
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