“Resting his elbow on the mantelpiece, his other hand thrust deep into his pocket, he stood looking down at his friend with a good deal of severity in his glance. “When are you going to end this folly?” he demanded. Justin tilted his head back, returning the angry stare with one of amused cynicism. “What ails you now, my good Hugh?” “Seeing that child at your feet fills me with—disgust!” “Yes, I thought that you seemed perturbed. It must tickle your sense of the ridiculous to... observe me upon a pinnacle of heroism.” “It sickens me! The child worshipping at your feet! 1 hope his admiration stings you! If it could make you realize your own unworthiness it were to some purpose!” “Unhappily it does not. May I ask, my dear Hugh, why you take so great an interest in—a page?” “It is his youth and innocence that command my pity.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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