6/37 "Is't you that speak of abandoned ways, ye shameless baggage? Ye fooled him into running off with you. Just as with your airs and simpers, and prettily-played innocences you fooled this other, here, into being your champion." "Madam, you insult me!" Hortensia was on her feet, eyes flashing, cheeks aflame. The earl's face that had wont to be so florid, was now pale and careworn, and he seemed to have lost flesh during the past month. |