Jack submitted to this scrutiny with a very
bad grace, and vehemently protested his innocence. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. “But Julian, we don’t even know each other!” She
exclaimed. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was
alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was
something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at
least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places
of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words
that express it—a very great lark indeed. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. And now YOU’RE on the war-path. But you must allow me to observe, my good
Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend.
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