‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. Each wing had a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane. The city presented a terrible picture of devastation. ‘Gérard, do not go,’ she cried, breathless. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. . The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. You can give up thinking and leave all the brain work to her.
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