Germain, and found her to be a Fact, as I have related.
But to do wrong or right, the prerogative of choice: she arrogated that.
So, I think, if the sister of the Far-Darter had ever stepped aside from
the path of her lonely delight--as some have it she did on Latmos--she
would have done it without shame. It would have been her pleasure and her
choice; she would never change countenance or have to breast the flood of
colour. It must be hers to take up or discard an empire, or a Nevile
Ingram of Wanless Hall. So, in her degree, did Sanchia Percival--of the
stuff of goddesses.
IX
Mrs. Devereux having departed as impressively as might be expected of a
lady with a sense of injury, there was little for Chevenix to do but to
follow her; for whereas Mrs. Devereux considered herself badly treated by
both parties in the house, the young man had to own that he had quarrelled
with his host. "I laid for Nevile," he told Sanchia, "and he don't let me
forget it, either. He don't like commentators on his text--never did. So
he's making Wanless too hot to hold me."
Sanchia, with rueful eyes, feared that this was her fault. "I'm very
sorry," she said. "On all accounts I'm very sorry.
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