I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. So was I, in fact. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. " "What does it signify?" returned the latter, angrily. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. This morning his entourage (as he jestingly called it) consisted of the girl, two spinsters (Prudence and Angelina Jedson), prim and doubtful of the world, and the young man who appeared to be considerably the worse for the alcohol he had consumed. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. Lucy acted the part of savoring the end of the meal, but it was difficult. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. Racing, he reached it perhaps a moment or two later.
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