On that occasion Lady Arabella had shown him in an unmistakable way what her feelings were; indeed, she had made it known to him, in a more overt way than pride should allow, that she wished to help and support him.

The moment when she had gone across the room to stand beside him in his mesmeric struggle, had been the very limit of her voluntary action.

It was quite bitter enough, she felt, that he did not come to her, but now that she had made that advance, she felt that any withdrawal on his part would, to a woman of her class, be nothing less than a flaming insult.

Had she not classed herself with his nigger servant, an unreformed savage?
Had she not shown her preference for him at the festival of his home-coming?
Had she not.

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