Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the
grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which
was in itself a miniature of a fortress. Kneebone, or, as he would have preferred being styled, Captain Kneebone, was
not perfectly satisfied with the recommendations forwarded by the applicants. Agents were
dispersed in all directions—offers the most tempting held out to induce the
wavering to join the Chevalier's standard. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend
upon her for the needs of life. The mother was far
more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living
form. She felt herself getting into a corner. The effort to maintain
her self-control was almost superhuman.
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