Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. She used to play violin, you know. She has no proof—yet. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. She picked up the hand cannon. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare.
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