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Chapter X


LORD MARK looked at her to-day in par
ticular as if to wring from her a confes
sion that she had originally done him injustice;
and he was entitled to whatever there might be
in it of advantage or merit that his intention real
ly in a manner took effect: he cared about some
thing, that is, after all, sufficiently to make her
feel absurdly as if she were confessing all the
while it was quite the case that neither justice
nor injustice was what had been in question be
tween them. He had presented himself at the hotel,
had found her and had found Susan Shepherd at
home, had been " civil " to Susan it was just that
shade, and Susan's fancy had fondly caught it; and
then had come again and missed them, and then had
come and found them once more: besides letting
them easily see that if it hadn't by this time been the
end of everything which they could feel in the ex
hausted air, that of the season at its last gasp the
places they might have liked to go to were such as
they would have had only to mention. Their feeling
was or at any rate their modest general plea that
there was no place they would have liked to go to;


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