‘His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.’
The circumstances, of course, are not the same, but there is a certain similarity which I find suggestive.”
He watched her through half closed lids. This was Maudie in essence. The Victorian Standard Applied. The Moral Pointed. Penetrating Analysis of Character. And all served up with the true Tennysonian garnish. His respect for her was immense, his enjoyment perennial. He came reluctantly to his feet and kissed her hand.
“Madam, your most devoted! Till our next crime!”
She looked at him between affection and reproof.
“My dear Frank!”
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