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All had been bustle Not one moment for recollection had yet been

Rachel's Mr Grey's words, "Accountable for all," throbbed in her ears

and echoed in her brain--the purple bruises, the red stripes, verging

upon sores, were before her eyes, and the lights, the flowers, the

people and their greetings, were like a dizzy mist The space before

dinner was happily but brief, and then, as last lady, she came in as a

supernu the only

vacant chair, found herself between a squire and Captain Keith, who had

duly been bestowed on Emily Grey

Here there was a htly

deaf, and, irl, not to be

encouraged, while Captain Keith was resigned to the ih the buzz of talk and the

clatter of knives and forks roared louder than it had ever see from the outside, the immediate

sense of hurry and confusion, and the ian to dian

to wonder whether any one knehat had happened; and, above all, she

perfectly dreaded the quiet sting of her neighbour's word and eye, in

this consulanced at her, she knew she

could not bear it; and if he never spoke to her at all, it would be