His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. Sebastian dared not approach her. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. "I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. Gerald, meanwhile, was off hunting up these lawyers, together with your son, ma’am—’ turning to Mrs Sindlesham ‘—and you know the outcome of that. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said.
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