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"Several," said old Jolyon, looking at one face and another; "I trod on

one just now"

A silence followed

Then Mrs S round with 'pathetic

calm', asked: "And how is dear June?"

A twinkle of huh the sternness of old Jolyon's eyes

Extraordinary old wo!

"Bad!" he said; "London don't agree with her--too many people about, too

much clatter and chatter by half" He laid eain looked Ja too dangerous to take a step in any direction, or

hazard any re of the sense of the

iedy, had entered

that upholstered room, filled with those white-haired, frock-coated

old men, and fashionably attired women, ere all of the same blood,

between all of whom existed an unseizable resemblance

Not that they were conscious of it--the visits of such fateful, bitter

spirits are only felt

Then Swithin rose He would not sit there, feeling like that--he was

not to be put down by anyone! And,round the room with added

pomp, he shook hands with each separately