She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Her sister’s words were true. It is now a point of view, differing widely, as the ignorant man differs from the educated. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal.
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