“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you
not?” she remarked. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. The comtesse always felt
Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. Afterward she
wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it
tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. The gulf between rich and
poor was perhaps greater in France, but by all accounts it was not the canaille
who were responsible for the present turmoil. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know
for what—to do, to be, to experience.
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